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 Swaziland and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 The Skatalites to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Dead C,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed,
Freddie Wadling,
Maurizio,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Neon Judgement,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
World's Most,
Dave Gahan,
Scratch Acid,
Section 25,
Grauzone,
the Human League,
Kas Product,
The Slackers,
Fat Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Cymande,
La Düsseldorf,
Suburban Knight,
Newcleus,
Howard Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Qualms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oblivians,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Organ,
Saccharine Trust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dead Boys,
K-Klass,
Heaven 17,
The Happenings,
The Red Krayola,
Lungfish,
Mad Mike,
Throbbing Gristle,
Japan,
Chris Corsano,
Tubeway Army,
Arthur Verocai,
Eurythmics,
Sparks,
Brass Construction,
Theoretical Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Mandrill,
Roger Hodgson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deadbeat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonic Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.