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 Israel and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Gories to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slackers,
Harmonia,
Bauhaus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swans,
Amon Düül II,
The Monochrome Set,
Joy Division,
The Star Department,
Barbara Tucker,
Al Stewart,
Brick,
Icehouse,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Terry,
Spoonie Gee,
B.T. Express,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Kinks,
Toni Rubio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Junior Murvin,
Piero Umiliani,
Soulsonic Force,
Connie Case,
Shuggie Otis,
Adolescents,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Finger,
R.M.O.,
Cameo,
Wire,
X-102,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Slave,
Robert Wyatt,
Eurythmics,
Alice Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Alison Limerick,
Khruangbin,
Ludus,
In Retrospect,
Faust,
Organ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Janne Schatter,
CMW,
Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Barrington Levy,
Joyce Sims,
Flash Fearless,
Monks,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.