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 Turkmenistan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Magma to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Niagra,
Reagan Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Godley & Creme,
Buzzcocks,
Technova,
Rod Modell,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Quadrant,
Todd Rundgren,
Cybotron,
Camouflage,
The Blackbyrds,
the Association,
Zero Boys,
The Fall,
Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swell Maps,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Talk Talk,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camberwell Now,
Connie Case,
Aloha Tigers,
Pylon,
10cc,
The Tremeloes,
The Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Crispian St. Peters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lakeside,
Reuben Wilson,
Rufus Thomas,
Aaron Thompson,
The Black Dice,
Animal Collective,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scratch Acid,
David McCallum,
AZ,
The Fortunes,
the Swans,
Heaven 17,
Delta 5,
The Standells,
The Litter,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.