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 Guatemala and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Holger Czukay 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 Barry Ungar to the rap 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Theoretical Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Cal Tjader,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ludus,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terry Callier,
Lungfish,
Easy Going,
Todd Terry,
Brothers Johnson,
Adolescents,
Dual Sessions,
The Fire Engines,
AZ,
Sparks,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Machine,
The Gladiators,
Roxette,
Rosa Yemen,
Little Man,
Guru Guru,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dead Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Ronan,
Sonic Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
The Evens,
The Mojo Men,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blossom Toes,
Royal Trux,
MC5,
Negative Approach,
Procol Harum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monks,
Clear Light,
Echospace,
June of 44,
The Zeros,
T.S.O.L.,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magazine,
the Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Schoolly D,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.