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 Uganda and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pere Ubu to the rock 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Motorama,
Clear Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Idris Muhammad,
Section 25,
The Techniques,
U.S. Maple,
Icehouse,
Pantytec,
Warren Ellis,
Marine Girls,
Rekid,
Thompson Twins,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
PIL,
Mars,
Sound Behaviour,
The Neon Judgement,
Hasil Adkins,
Chrome,
Erykah Badu,
Deadbeat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Massinfluence,
Tres Demented,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neu!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donny Hathaway,
Goldenarms,
The Sonics,
Todd Terry,
Henry Cow,
MDC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ludus,
Scott Walker,
JFA,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Lynne,
Talk Talk,
Main Source,
Max Romeo,
The Moleskins,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Womack,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camouflage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Intrusion,
Susan Cadogan,
Lightning Bolt,
Pole,
Cheater Slicks,
Leonard Cohen,
the Association,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.