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 Tonga and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Vogues to the electroclash 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Görl,
The Beau Brummels,
Intrusion,
The American Breed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fear,
Minnie Riperton,
Lightning Bolt,
Ken Boothe,
The Durutti Column,
Excepter,
Urselle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Colin Newman,
June Days,
Minny Pops,
Magma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Supertramp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ten City,
Spandau Ballet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Teasers,
Blossom Toes,
Franke,
The Leaves,
Blake Baxter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Althea and Donna,
the Germs,
UT,
Juan Atkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maurizio,
Cluster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q65,
D'Angelo,
The Moody Blues,
Swell Maps,
The Count Five,
Ultravox,
Brand Nubian,
Nico,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brick,
Sun City Girls,
The Wake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mojo Men,
Pantaleimon,
Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.