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 United States and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rock 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Crooked Eye,
The Happenings,
the Sonics,
Country Teasers,
Simply Red,
Johnny Clarke,
Outsiders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
The Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Jandek,
The Last Poets,
Marine Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
H. Thieme,
Fatback Band,
MDC,
Sister Nancy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Porter Ricks,
The Music Machine,
The Kinks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül II,
Yusef Lateef,
Symarip,
The Move,
The Fuzztones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scrapy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
ABC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delta 5,
Joy Division,
Marmalade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Green,
Terry Callier,
The Invisible,
Youth Brigade,
Graham Central Station,
Junior Murvin,
The Remains,
Lalann,
Guru Guru,
Das Ding,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Main Source,
Gabor Szabo,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.