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 Algeria and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Birthday Party to the rock 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Y Pants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Swans,
Black Sheep,
Hot Snakes,
LL Cool J,
Robert Wyatt,
Scion,
Brand Nubian,
Glenn Branca,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Smog,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker,
Ludus,
The Doors,
The Velvet Underground,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Sherman,
Swell Maps,
Icehouse,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Arcadia,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skaos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unwound,
Negative Approach,
The Motions,
Porter Ricks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shuggie Otis,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Machine,
Eurythmics,
CMW,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Juan Atkins,
La Düsseldorf,
D'Angelo,
Michelle Simonal,
The Human League,
Slick Rick,
Parry Music,
Camberwell Now,
The Mojo Men,
Boredoms,
Trumans Water,
Second Layer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Basic Channel,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.