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 Grenada and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Underground Resistance to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siglo XX,
The Residents,
A Certain Ratio,
Dennis Brown,
Wire,
Peter & Gordon,
Audionom,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The J.B.'s,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Sixth Finger,
The Martian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Durutti Column,
Pylon,
ABBA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-101,
Donny Hathaway,
Erasure,
Scrapy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
a-ha,
Maurizio,
Model 500,
Derrick May,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sight & Sound,
the Association,
Tres Demented,
Nick Fraelich,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
X-102,
Sun City Girls,
The Gories,
The Tremeloes,
New Order,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy Collins,
The Modern Lovers,
Chrome,
Essential Logic,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Mills,
Alton Ellis,
KRS-One,
Deepchord,
Khruangbin,
Man Parrish,
Leonard Cohen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Icehouse,
Q and Not U,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.