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 Nauru and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Parry Music to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Underground Resistance,
Minny Pops,
Al Stewart,
Radiohead,
The Music Machine,
Gang of Four,
Fad Gadget,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wolf Eyes,
Silicon Teens,
Chris Corsano,
Roxette,
Joensuu 1685,
The Last Poets,
The Durutti Column,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cecil Taylor,
Brothers Johnson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DNA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
10cc,
The Blackbyrds,
ABC,
Altered Images,
Gong,
The Cowsills,
Marvin Gaye,
Groovy Waters,
The Moody Blues,
Rekid,
Harry Pussy,
The Techniques,
Make Up,
Con Funk Shun,
Angry Samoans,
Tommy Roe,
Maurizio,
The Tremeloes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Von Mondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Audionom,
The Zeros,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Hood,
The Selecter,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fuzztones,
The Leaves,
Yaz,
Inner City,
Anakelly,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
E-Dancer,
A Certain Ratio,
Crime,
The Slits,
Minutemen,
Zero Boys,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.