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 Antigua and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Birthday Party 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Amon Düül,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T. Rex,
Theoretical Girls,
John Foxx,
David McCallum,
Procol Harum,
The Residents,
The Monochrome Set,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Near,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cluster,
David Axelrod,
Todd Terry,
D'Angelo,
Joy Division,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slits,
Gichy Dan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tom Boy,
Kayak,
10cc,
Scientists,
Quando Quango,
Zapp,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül II,
Accadde A,
FM Einheit,
The Associates,
Skriet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
PIL,
Andrew Hill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smiths,
a-ha,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aaron Thompson,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Modern Lovers,
Eli Mardock,
Stiv Bators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
H. Thieme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boz Scaggs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Trumans Water,
Kas Product,
Sam Rivers,
Prince Buster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Au Pairs,
Black Moon,
Thompson Twins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barbara Tucker,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.