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 South Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Davy DMX,
The Grass Roots,
Model 500,
The Blues Magoos,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül II,
The Invisible,
Eric Copeland,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
La Düsseldorf,
Visage,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultravox,
Gang Green,
New York Dolls,
OOIOO,
Quando Quango,
Ronan,
DJ Style,
Groovy Waters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABC,
Dorothy Ashby,
Von Mondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minny Pops,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smoke,
The Offenders,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker,
Flamin' Groovies,
This Heat,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Mr. Review,
Ten City,
The Leaves,
Guru Guru,
Wolf Eyes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Urselle,
Erasure,
John Holt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rites of Spring,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doobie Brothers,
June Days,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Godley & Creme,
The Moody Blues,
LL Cool J,
Livin' Joy,
The Smiths,
Yazoo,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.