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 Senegal and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fela Kuti to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Joey Negro,
F. McDonald,
Silicon Teens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blake Baxter,
The Associates,
Neu!,
Yaz,
DNA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warsaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Average White Band,
The Red Krayola,
Prince Buster,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker,
Magma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Excepter,
The Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
The Invisible,
Arthur Verocai,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Green,
These Immortal Souls,
Oblivians,
Technova,
Pole,
The Busters,
Duran Duran,
The Mummies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
La Düsseldorf,
Blancmange,
Ohio Players,
Mantronix,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rod Modell,
Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Interpol,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultra Naté,
Howard Jones,
Hashim,
Wings,
Sarah Menescal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
Main Source,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Basic Channel,
Don Cherry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Josef K,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.