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 United States and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 The Invisible to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
Nirvana,
Essential Logic,
Pierre Henry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Skatalites,
The Martian,
Aswad,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun City Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jimmy McGriff,
Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scan 7,
CMW,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arthur Verocai,
Wings,
Pussy Galore,
The Young Rascals,
Subhumans,
K-Klass,
Los Fastidios,
The Smiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bush Tetras,
Roxy Music,
Peter and Kerry,
The Names,
The Offenders,
The Associates,
Godley & Creme,
Hardrive,
Negative Approach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Terry,
Pylon,
Janne Schatter,
Josef K,
Connie Case,
Blossom Toes,
John Lydon,
MC5,
The Searchers,
Goldenarms,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül,
Bob Dylan,
David Axelrod,
X-101,
Country Teasers,
Reagan Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ponytail,
Lou Christie,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.