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 Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sex Pistols,
Icehouse,
Lalann,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reuben Wilson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Happenings,
The Evens,
Vladislav Delay,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wings,
Marc Almond,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Schoolly D,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Görl,
The Stooges,
Depeche Mode,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quando Quango,
Fear,
Sällskapet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gun Club,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Black Dice,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bob Dylan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deepchord,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Walker Brothers,
Kayak,
T. Rex,
Don Cherry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Basic Channel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moleskins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
F. McDonald,
Ituana,
Ultravox,
Simply Red,
Blossom Toes,
Technova,
Cameo,
Hoover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Leonard Cohen,
Sarah Menescal,
The Skatalites,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blancmange,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.