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 Netherlands and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arcadia to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Busters,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter & Gordon,
X-102,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Albert Ayler,
Patti Smith,
Ultravox,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Mills,
The Remains,
Amazonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Dark Day,
Grey Daturas,
Make Up,
Mandrill,
Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
Visage,
Blancmange,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pop Group,
Y Pants,
John Lydon,
Kurtis Blow,
Hot Snakes,
Minutemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deepchord,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zero Boys,
In Retrospect,
DNA,
Ralphi Rosario,
June of 44,
The Angels of Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tom Boy,
Can,
Jawbox,
Radio Birdman,
Youth Brigade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiohead,
Bauhaus,
ABC,
Marmalade,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
Babytalk,
Harmonia,
the Normal,
Joy Division,
The Martian,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Slits,
Moby Grape,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.