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 Marshall Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 The Star Department 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Prince Buster,
Josef K,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glenn Branca,
Kas Product,
Howard Jones,
Skriet,
Little Man,
Lakeside,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blancmange,
F. McDonald,
Iggy Pop,
The Neon Judgement,
Bush Tetras,
Icehouse,
Sparks,
Ken Boothe,
Henry Cow,
Minnie Riperton,
Fear,
Gang Gang Dance,
MC5,
Maleditus Sound,
The Music Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Toasters,
Arab on Radar,
Depeche Mode,
Kayak,
Chrome,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Marine Girls,
Black Moon,
Jeff Mills,
Nils Olav,
Alice Coltrane,
New Order,
Angry Samoans,
Gichy Dan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brothers Johnson,
The Stooges,
Todd Terry,
The Remains,
Slick Rick,
Eurythmics,
Susan Cadogan,
The Searchers,
New York Dolls,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
CMW,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.