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 Bhutan and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mark Hollis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Connie Case,
The Grass Roots,
DNA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drexciya,
The Fortunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Davy DMX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Intrusion,
Smog,
Letta Mbulu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minny Pops,
The Toasters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dead Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Henry Cow,
The Buckinghams,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pretty Things,
Jawbox,
Mark Hollis,
The Victims,
Alice Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
The Gories,
Rod Modell,
The Evens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Leaves,
Second Layer,
The Human League,
Derrick May,
The Black Dice,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
R.M.O.,
Trumans Water,
Icehouse,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxette,
The United States of America,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Patti Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gladiators,
The Divine Comedy,
Gichy Dan,
Basic Channel,
The Martian,
Marine Girls,
Agitation Free,
Cybotron,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.