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 Spain and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lyres to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moss Icon,
The Names,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blancmange,
Zero Boys,
the Swans,
Liliput,
Henry Cow,
Pylon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Al Stewart,
Section 25,
Chris Corsano,
Wings,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
L. Decosne,
the Association,
Kas Product,
Harry Pussy,
Bad Manners,
Lungfish,
Brand Nubian,
X-102,
kango's stein massive,
Suicide,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Altered Images,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Smog,
The Selecter,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cluster,
10cc,
Susan Cadogan,
Desert Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
The Music Machine,
Half Japanese,
Sugar Minott,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barbara Tucker,
Von Mondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABBA,
The Skatalites,
Brothers Johnson,
The Residents,
Ultra Naté,
The Knickerbockers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Sheep,
B.T. Express,
Circle Jerks,
Tres Demented,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.