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 Vanuatu and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Kerri Chandler to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Roxette,
Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Dolphy,
Arab on Radar,
Fat Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Kenny Larkin,
Zapp,
Dave Gahan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Sneak,
The Grass Roots,
Colin Newman,
Robert Wyatt,
Porter Ricks,
The New Christs,
Brick,
Moebius,
Grauzone,
June of 44,
Shuggie Otis,
Pagans,
Nico,
Altered Images,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Traffic Nightmare,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Move,
10cc,
Fugazi,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oneida,
Lou Reed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warsaw,
Jeff Mills,
Negative Approach,
La Düsseldorf,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang of Four,
The Toasters,
Spandau Ballet,
The Neon Judgement,
Mark Hollis,
June Days,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eurythmics,
Trumans Water,
JFA,
Audionom,
Yusef Lateef,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.