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 Pakistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Iggy Pop to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Roxy Music,
Rapeman,
Yusef Lateef,
Alphaville,
The Neon Judgement,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Supertramp,
Roxette,
Youth Brigade,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Royal Trux,
The Real Kids,
Yaz,
Idris Muhammad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Ten City,
Hot Snakes,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Panda Bear,
Gichy Dan,
Roger Hodgson,
Sound Behaviour,
The Five Americans,
Dennis Brown,
Monolake,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slits,
Negative Approach,
Wally Richardson,
Q65,
Fela Kuti,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed,
New York Dolls,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Terry,
Country Teasers,
Juan Atkins,
Monks,
Procol Harum,
Sparks,
Outsiders,
Fat Boys,
The Smoke,
Jandek,
The Zeros,
Sonny Sharrock,
JFA,
Audionom,
Quantec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Parrish,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.