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 the UAE and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Suburban Knight to the techno 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Bauhaus,
Visage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool Moe Dee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wolf Eyes,
Ten City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Panda Bear,
John Holt,
The New Christs,
Godley & Creme,
Basic Channel,
Swell Maps,
New York Dolls,
Roger Hodgson,
Half Japanese,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül,
the Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Juan Atkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Rundgren,
The Evens,
John Coltrane,
Simply Red,
John Foxx,
Zero Boys,
Scrapy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deadbeat,
The Pop Group,
Graham Central Station,
Altered Images,
MDC,
Lindisfarne,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cal Tjader,
Josef K,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Womack,
Blossom Toes,
PIL,
Von Mondo,
Peter & Gordon,
Thompson Twins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dawn Penn,
Glambeats Corp.,
James White and The Blacks,
KRS-One,
Roxy Music,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.