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 Malta and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Cheater Slicks to the grime 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barrington Levy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sonics,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-102,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
OOIOO,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Womack,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Trojans,
The Cramps,
Funky Four + One,
The Monochrome Set,
Delta 5,
Roxette,
Reuben Wilson,
Cymande,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fugazi,
10cc,
Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick May,
Jeff Lynne,
Kayak,
Suicide,
Brand Nubian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wally Richardson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Simply Red,
Ludus,
Quando Quango,
Radio Birdman,
Dave Gahan,
The Walker Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fela Kuti,
The New Christs,
Black Sheep,
Sun City Girls,
Half Japanese,
Joe Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Minnie Riperton,
The Remains,
New Age Steppers,
Darondo,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.