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 Gambia and from Delhi.
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 Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fat Boys to the jazz 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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Archie Shepp,
Oneida,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brass Construction,
Goldenarms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Piero Umiliani,
The Remains,
KRS-One,
Charles Mingus,
Black Pus,
Nation of Ulysses,
cv313,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Howard Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roger Hodgson,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eddi Front,
The Black Dice,
New York Dolls,
Kenny Larkin,
Desert Stars,
Moebius,
Brothers Johnson,
Das Ding,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jawbox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camberwell Now,
Newcleus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wire,
A Certain Ratio,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gun Club,
Guru Guru,
Subhumans,
Stereo Dub,
Echospace,
Lyres,
In Retrospect,
The Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Mills,
The Red Krayola,
Ossler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.