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 Micronesia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Juan Atkins to the disco 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Jeff Lynne,
Altered Images,
Q65,
Simply Red,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harry Pussy,
Reagan Youth,
Essential Logic,
The Busters,
Warsaw,
The Martian,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pylon,
Aswad,
Funky Four + One,
Lower 48,
Fluxion,
Todd Terry,
The Stooges,
Mantronix,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joey Negro,
The Evens,
Bluetip,
the Fania All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Iggy Pop,
The Gap Band,
Severed Heads,
Pantytec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dennis Brown,
Albert Ayler,
Rekid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oneida,
the Normal,
The Cramps,
Gang Green,
Morten Harket,
The Searchers,
The Barracudas,
Interpol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Basic Channel,
Smog,
Bad Manners,
Japan,
The Neon Judgement,
The Leaves,
X-102,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pussy Galore,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ken Boothe,
New Order,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.