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 Mali and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Graham Central Station to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Duran Duran,
David Axelrod,
Q and Not U,
Bill Wells,
Supertramp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warren Ellis,
Lower 48,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fat Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The American Breed,
Marc Almond,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry's Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Tears for Fears,
Qualms,
The Tremeloes,
Quando Quango,
Average White Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Glenn Branca,
Nas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Buckinghams,
Lindisfarne,
The Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris & Cosey,
Suburban Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Divine Comedy,
Television Personalities,
Gang Starr,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Malaria!,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young,
Eric Copeland,
Faust,
Youth Brigade,
Popol Vuh,
Moebius,
Soft Cell,
Erasure,
Prince Buster,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Angels of Light,
The Zeros,
Mandrill,
Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Nirvana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.