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 Mexico and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moss Icon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Rundgren,
Suicide,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Christie,
Minutemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Max Romeo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neu!,
The Searchers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Wake,
Bob Dylan,
Scientists,
Byron Stingily,
Main Source,
The Doors,
Guru Guru,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wings,
Chris Corsano,
Vladislav Delay,
Panda Bear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Negative Approach,
The Gap Band,
Model 500,
New Age Steppers,
Joey Negro,
a-ha,
Flash Fearless,
Hoover,
Depeche Mode,
Blancmange,
The Golliwogs,
The Toasters,
China Crisis,
Howard Jones,
Prince Buster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-101,
Procol Harum,
Wire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nation of Ulysses,
U.S. Maple,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fuzztones,
Barrington Levy,
Deadbeat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Germs,
Skarface,
Rites of Spring,
Malaria!,
Visage,
Shuggie Otis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.