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 Greece and from London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 T. Rex to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pretty Things,
Bluetip,
Fela Kuti,
Arab on Radar,
The Knickerbockers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Franke,
Jacob Miller,
Fad Gadget,
Chrome,
The Fuzztones,
Soulsonic Force,
Khruangbin,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Black Dice,
Groovy Waters,
John Lydon,
FM Einheit,
The Velvet Underground,
Marmalade,
Anthony Braxton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Animal Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warsaw,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cowsills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Symarip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Machine,
Drexciya,
Whodini,
David Bowie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minnie Riperton,
Niagra,
Todd Rundgren,
Harmonia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grey Daturas,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Fraelich,
Supertramp,
Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Moebius,
Thompson Twins,
Jandek,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.