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 Micronesia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pantaleimon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Swans,
Infiniti,
Royal Trux,
A Certain Ratio,
Rotary Connection,
the Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Terry,
The Cure,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
Don Cherry,
Fear,
Little Man,
Can,
Quantec,
Dead Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Bluetip,
The Five Americans,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Unwound,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Buckinghams,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sugar Minott,
The Skatalites,
Mars,
Adolescents,
June of 44,
Harry Pussy,
Patti Smith,
Von Mondo,
The Durutti Column,
Moebius,
Bauhaus,
Eurythmics,
the Fania All-Stars,
a-ha,
Scratch Acid,
MDC,
LL Cool J,
Theoretical Girls,
B.T. Express,
Yaz,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Fraelich,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.