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 Kosovo and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Standells to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marine Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Hood,
Technova,
Faust,
The Count Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
PIL,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Names,
Qualms,
The Black Dice,
Robert Görl,
Severed Heads,
Alice Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T.S.O.L.,
U.S. Maple,
Bob Dylan,
Grauzone,
Jeru the Damaja,
June Days,
Mantronix,
Boredoms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grey Daturas,
Talk Talk,
Erykah Badu,
Ten City,
Peter & Gordon,
Liliput,
Funky Four + One,
Intrusion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kas Product,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Axelrod,
Drexciya,
Blossom Toes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Urselle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chrome,
Minnie Riperton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultra Naté,
Vainqueur,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Litter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camouflage,
Fela Kuti,
Harry Pussy,
Fat Boys,
Anakelly,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.