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 Lesotho and from Cairo.
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 Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David Bowie to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mummies,
Soulsonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker,
Essential Logic,
Wally Richardson,
ABC,
Section 25,
Trumans Water,
Spoonie Gee,
Tommy Roe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Surgeon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Almond,
Robert Görl,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Golliwogs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gap Band,
F. McDonald,
Hardrive,
Rakim,
Gong,
Bad Manners,
Susan Cadogan,
Lungfish,
Todd Terry,
Chris & Cosey,
Goldenarms,
Lindisfarne,
Oneida,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dead C,
Arcadia,
The Trojans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
EPMD,
Glambeats Corp.,
Subhumans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fluxion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Flag,
Ultravox,
The Fortunes,
Cybotron,
Make Up,
Procol Harum,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.