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 Korea North and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Japan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Inner City,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Motorama,
B.T. Express,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Franke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mummies,
Arthur Verocai,
Swans,
The Busters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fear,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sparks,
Joey Negro,
Royal Trux,
Ken Boothe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
LL Cool J,
Television,
The Searchers,
K-Klass,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slave,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sarah Menescal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Iggy Pop,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yazoo,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nils Olav,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Drexciya,
Technova,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mad Mike,
Wire,
Robert Wyatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eli Mardock,
Wally Richardson,
Rapeman,
The Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
The Skatalites,
Bang On A Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.