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 Brazil and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sun Ra to the rock 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Porter Ricks,
X-102,
Sandy B,
David Axelrod,
MDC,
Gang Green,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cheater Slicks,
China Crisis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
Bob Dylan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marvin Gaye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fat Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moody Blues,
Rites of Spring,
Delon & Dalcan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Youth Brigade,
David McCallum,
Joe Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Patti Smith,
The Toasters,
Radio Birdman,
Barrington Levy,
Hot Snakes,
The Fugs,
Index,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tim Buckley,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
JFA,
Nik Kershaw,
Clear Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Marine Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
Average White Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wire,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.