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 Andorra and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Clear Light to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Rundgren,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Mills,
Pole,
The Sonics,
Agitation Free,
Silicon Teens,
Cybotron,
Echospace,
Organ,
Minor Threat,
Cluster,
John Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mummies,
Symarip,
Swell Maps,
Susan Cadogan,
Funkadelic,
Henry Cow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Laurel Aitken,
T. Rex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
B.T. Express,
Average White Band,
Aswad,
Japan,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Darondo,
Ponytail,
The Happenings,
Deepchord,
Michelle Simonal,
L. Decosne,
Rufus Thomas,
Gerry Rafferty,
AZ,
Sun City Girls,
Patti Smith,
The Cowsills,
Oblivians,
Niagra,
Talk Talk,
Skaos,
Intrusion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warsaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fugs,
Wasted Youth,
The Gap Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.