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 Tonga 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Jerry's Kids to the disco 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
DJ Sneak,
Man Eating Sloth,
48th St. Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Loose Ends,
Faust,
Marmalade,
Rufus Thomas,
Unwound,
Terry Callier,
Shuggie Otis,
Ornette Coleman,
Warren Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Five Americans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Zeros,
Erasure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sight & Sound,
Shoche,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q65,
Y Pants,
ABC,
Black Moon,
Malaria!,
Minny Pops,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Smog,
Basic Channel,
Mr. Review,
Letta Mbulu,
Whodini,
Negative Approach,
Wasted Youth,
Newcleus,
The Cure,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funkadelic,
Radio Birdman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Swans,
Nirvana,
The Happenings,
The American Breed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
In Retrospect,
The Trojans,
Arthur Verocai,
Porter Ricks,
X-102,
Colin Newman,
Flipper,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.