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 Nicaragua and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Scratch Acid to the grime 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Idris Muhammad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Morten Harket,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Offenders,
the Bar-Kays,
Cluster,
Ponytail,
Yazoo,
The Walker Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Görl,
Minor Threat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bush Tetras,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalann,
Ohio Players,
Erasure,
The Young Rascals,
L. Decosne,
The Dirtbombs,
X-101,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Move,
The Star Department,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick May,
10cc,
Delta 5,
Moebius,
Dual Sessions,
Sugar Minott,
Public Image Ltd.,
Al Stewart,
The Gladiators,
Accadde A,
Bronski Beat,
Cameo,
Sixth Finger,
Ituana,
R.M.O.,
The Neon Judgement,
The Angels of Light,
Cybotron,
Bill Near,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Bananas,
Joe Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Radio Birdman,
Shuggie Otis,
David Bowie,
Intrusion,
Schoolly D,
The Fortunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.