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 Montenegro and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neu! to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter and Kerry,
Eden Ahbez,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pussy Galore,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Young Marble Giants,
One Last Wish,
Sex Pistols,
Eurythmics,
Nils Olav,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerri Chandler,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronnie Foster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Soft Cell,
The Gories,
Amon Düül,
The Pop Group,
Jacob Miller,
Scan 7,
Colin Newman,
Slave,
The Mojo Men,
A Certain Ratio,
Cluster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pretty Things,
LL Cool J,
Adolescents,
Guru Guru,
Jacques Brel,
Judy Mowatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Associates,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Star Department,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Susan Cadogan,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Misunderstood,
Crash Course in Science,
Sound Behaviour,
Angry Samoans,
Wolf Eyes,
Blake Baxter,
Black Bananas,
Easy Going,
PIL,
Tubeway Army,
Bauhaus,
Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
The American Breed,
Gong,
Ponytail,
cv313,
Yusef Lateef,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.