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 Benin and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rock 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius 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?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül II,
These Immortal Souls,
David McCallum,
Flash Fearless,
R.M.O.,
Bronski Beat,
Iggy Pop,
Y Pants,
Icehouse,
This Heat,
The Buckinghams,
Isaac Hayes,
Mr. Review,
Jerry's Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
Barbara Tucker,
Monolake,
New York Dolls,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Busters,
The Wake,
Kaleidoscope,
the Swans,
LL Cool J,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Reuben Wilson,
The Five Americans,
X-101,
Junior Murvin,
Lakeside,
Crime,
Grauzone,
Royal Trux,
Mo-Dettes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Association,
Quadrant,
Pole,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Görl,
Eli Mardock,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harmonia,
The Angels of Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Real Kids,
The Evens,
Audionom,
Brick,
The Stooges,
Nas,
Infiniti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.