Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lesotho and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Icehouse to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
cv313,
Laurel Aitken,
The Names,
Amon Düül II,
Lalann,
Marine Girls,
Hardrive,
Cymande,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris & Cosey,
The Standells,
Lakeside,
Royal Trux,
Outsiders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
One Last Wish,
Average White Band,
Scientists,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Womack,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultravox,
The Offenders,
R.M.O.,
Model 500,
The Tremeloes,
Slick Rick,
Can,
Fat Boys,
The Star Department,
Half Japanese,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
kango's stein massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Stooges,
Nico,
The Searchers,
The Leaves,
Don Cherry,
Peter and Kerry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swans,
Terry Callier,
Erykah Badu,
The Buckinghams,
The Angels of Light,
Chrome,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Wells,
Yellowson,
Bob Dylan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.