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 Austria and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Lower 48,
The Fall,
ABBA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ohio Players,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris Corsano,
Ossler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantaleimon,
Bang On A Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Görl,
Tres Demented,
Radiohead,
Colin Newman,
Organ,
The Skatalites,
Lyres,
The Motions,
10cc,
Nik Kershaw,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moleskins,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sparks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bauhaus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Can,
Radio Birdman,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy Collins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gabor Szabo,
Bob Dylan,
FM Einheit,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Panda Bear,
Metal Thangz,
Jawbox,
The Wake,
Lungfish,
The Monks,
Maurizio,
Porter Ricks,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.