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 Czech Republic and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grunge 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Golliwogs,
FM Einheit,
Con Funk Shun,
Loose Ends,
The Seeds,
Intrusion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pop Group,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blues Magoos,
Rosa Yemen,
Idris Muhammad,
L. Decosne,
The Associates,
The Count Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Frankie Knuckles,
Index,
Can,
Erykah Badu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Wells,
The Young Rascals,
Urselle,
The Gories,
Marine Girls,
the Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Massinfluence,
The Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Near,
Infiniti,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fad Gadget,
The Litter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cybotron,
Sister Nancy,
Joy Division,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick May,
Banda Bassotti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Christie,
Soul Sonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deadbeat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.