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 Tunisia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Piero Umiliani to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Hot Snakes,
John Coltrane,
Adolescents,
Malaria!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy Collins,
Supertramp,
Camouflage,
The Mojo Men,
Absolute Body Control,
Gong,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harmonia,
Kas Product,
Minor Threat,
the Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
Bad Manners,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Wyatt,
Pylon,
Minny Pops,
Quantec,
KRS-One,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-Ray Spex,
Wally Richardson,
Mantronix,
David Bowie,
Todd Rundgren,
Eve St. Jones,
New York Dolls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Durutti Column,
Qualms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Zeros,
Eden Ahbez,
Darondo,
Blancmange,
Isaac Hayes,
Ituana,
The Last Poets,
The Divine Comedy,
Mark Hollis,
Accadde A,
Eric B and Rakim,
PIL,
Andrew Hill,
Neu!,
The Pretty Things,
Joy Division,
Minnie Riperton,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Music Machine,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.