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 Zambia and from Seoul.
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 Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Nation of Ulysses to the dance 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Offenders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Wings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bad Manners,
Al Stewart,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stetsasonic,
Duran Duran,
Sight & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers,
Cymande,
Carl Craig,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shoche,
Ludus,
Dennis Brown,
MDC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minutemen,
Outsiders,
Ohio Players,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
R.M.O.,
Saccharine Trust,
Alison Limerick,
Panda Bear,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Womack,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Almond,
Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Sherman,
Jandek,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare,
Sarah Menescal,
Zero Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Davy DMX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moody Blues,
Nik Kershaw,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reuben Wilson,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.