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 Moldova and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Sound to the disco 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
The Mojo Men,
Aloha Tigers,
Angry Samoans,
AZ,
Lucky Dragons,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oneida,
Tubeway Army,
June Days,
Gabor Szabo,
K-Klass,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rites of Spring,
The Invisible,
Duran Duran,
Throbbing Gristle,
Leonard Cohen,
Reagan Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Divine Comedy,
Isaac Hayes,
Little Man,
Jacques Brel,
The Searchers,
T.S.O.L.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fire Engines,
Flipper,
Stockholm Monsters,
Idris Muhammad,
The Beau Brummels,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Red Krayola,
Crash Course in Science,
The Walker Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Desert Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Amazonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rufus Thomas,
Erykah Badu,
Easy Going,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Ultra Naté,
Camberwell Now,
Delon & Dalcan,
JFA,
Model 500,
Hasil Adkins,
Sam Rivers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gap Band,
The Raincoats,
The Birthday Party,
Pole,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.