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 Liberia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Slits to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Ituana,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smoke,
the Human League,
Wire,
Dawn Penn,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doors,
Rosa Yemen,
Whodini,
Parry Music,
The Beau Brummels,
The Leaves,
Hashim,
Lower 48,
Radiopuhelimet,
Subhumans,
The Grass Roots,
Technova,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Bourne,
John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eli Mardock,
The Monks,
Ohio Players,
Infiniti,
Kayak,
Amon Düül,
Procol Harum,
The Divine Comedy,
The Index,
Thee Headcoats,
David Axelrod,
The Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Dave Gahan,
Section 25,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television Personalities,
48th St. Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Terry,
The New Christs,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fugs,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry's Kids,
L. Decosne,
X-Ray Spex,
Main Source,
The Barracudas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fire Engines,
Monolake,
Neil Young,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.