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 Croatia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Robert Palmer 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 Theoretical Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Eden Ahbez,
Tropical Tobacco,
Icehouse,
Yusef Lateef,
Sandy B,
The Flesh Eaters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Dolphy,
Drexciya,
The Durutti Column,
Pagans,
Organ,
Neil Young,
Echospace,
Easy Going,
Can,
The Knickerbockers,
The Music Machine,
Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Searchers,
Alice Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Japan,
Khruangbin,
Dead Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fat Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Ultravox,
Das Ding,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skaos,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Little Man,
Scan 7,
Vladislav Delay,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun City Girls,
Mad Mike,
Hashim,
Donald Byrd,
Rakim,
Kayak,
E-Dancer,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Au Pairs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Techniques,
The Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quadrant,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.