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 Switzerland and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Maleditus Sound to the techno 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Trojans,
The Blues Magoos,
Bronski Beat,
Judy Mowatt,
The Residents,
The Durutti Column,
A Certain Ratio,
Main Source,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Bluetip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jandek,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swell Maps,
Warsaw,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dennis Brown,
Bizarre Inc.,
T. Rex,
Gabor Szabo,
Sex Pistols,
U.S. Maple,
The Invisible,
Barry Ungar,
These Immortal Souls,
Inner City,
John Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arthur Verocai,
Warren Ellis,
Cameo,
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Görl,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gap Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brick,
Sister Nancy,
Stiv Bators,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Wyatt,
Lakeside,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drexciya,
Faust,
Vladislav Delay,
Surgeon,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Rundgren,
Freddie Wadling,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.