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 Fiji and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the electroclash 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Fat Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Brand Nubian,
Byron Stingily,
the Human League,
Oneida,
Minor Threat,
Bill Wells,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gun Club,
Blancmange,
Little Man,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Green,
The Kinks,
ABC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
the Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ornette Coleman,
Sam Rivers,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skarface,
Steve Hackett,
Mission of Burma,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Altered Images,
Loose Ends,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Mills,
Au Pairs,
Metal Thangz,
David Bowie,
JFA,
AZ,
Aswad,
Excepter,
Black Moon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thompson Twins,
Saccharine Trust,
Dennis Brown,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Flag,
Popol Vuh,
Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.