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 Russia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michelle Simonal to the rap 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Gang Dance,
KRS-One,
Vainqueur,
Flash Fearless,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Bourne,
Television Personalities,
The Flesh Eaters,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Finger,
Altered Images,
Fugazi,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tubeway Army,
Arthur Verocai,
Kaleidoscope,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deakin,
Erykah Badu,
Sparks,
Flipper,
Curtis Mayfield,
Goldenarms,
Susan Cadogan,
The J.B.'s,
Delta 5,
Q65,
Todd Terry,
Yusef Lateef,
Zero Boys,
Simply Red,
Brothers Johnson,
the Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cybotron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
Trumans Water,
the Human League,
Faust,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
One Last Wish,
Monolake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alton Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Ludus,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Marmalade,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter and Kerry,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.