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 Luxembourg and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blancmange to the crunk 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Excepter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sparks,
FM Einheit,
Chris Corsano,
Sugar Minott,
Camberwell Now,
Lalo Schifrin,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
John Foxx,
Lebanon Hanover,
James White and The Blacks,
Anthony Braxton,
The Saints,
The Count Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zapp,
Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Pierre Henry,
The Litter,
Terry Callier,
The Monks,
Dawn Penn,
T. Rex,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arab on Radar,
Bush Tetras,
Sonic Youth,
Graham Central Station,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Lydon,
Bang On A Can,
Magma,
48th St. Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sight & Sound,
D'Angelo,
John Coltrane,
CMW,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Thompson Twins,
Babytalk,
Sam Rivers,
Tim Buckley,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Von Mondo,
The Gun Club,
The Martian,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.