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 Rwanda and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Monolake to the techno 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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Seeds,
E-Dancer,
Deadbeat,
Oneida,
Ludus,
Echospace,
Ponytail,
Mars,
Spandau Ballet,
Subhumans,
Peter & Gordon,
Ten City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxy Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Visage,
The Associates,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Trojans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harpers Bizarre,
June of 44,
Harmonia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mo-Dettes,
Moebius,
Young Marble Giants,
D'Angelo,
The Music Machine,
Sandy B,
Cybotron,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
This Heat,
Michelle Simonal,
Fela Kuti,
Sound Behaviour,
Deakin,
kango's stein massive,
the Swans,
Black Pus,
Anthony Braxton,
L. Decosne,
Godley & Creme,
Agent Orange,
Half Japanese,
Boredoms,
Bad Manners,
Essential Logic,
Darondo,
Silicon Teens,
Soul II Soul,
Lindisfarne,
Royal Trux,
Mark Hollis,
Dave Gahan,
Model 500,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.