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 Maldives and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
CMW,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bronski Beat,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blues Magoos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lungfish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Prince Buster,
Ludus,
The Real Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Dolphy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Saints,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camberwell Now,
Darondo,
Television,
Matthew Halsall,
Dawn Penn,
Scientists,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Janne Schatter,
Cheater Slicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül II,
The Moleskins,
Reagan Youth,
The Smoke,
Laurel Aitken,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Carl Craig,
The Index,
Fat Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sugar Minott,
Junior Murvin,
The Count Five,
Connie Case,
The Birthday Party,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul II Soul,
a-ha,
The Victims,
Von Mondo,
Grey Daturas,
Radiohead,
Wolf Eyes,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.