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 Nicaragua and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Harmonia to the rock 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Depeche Mode,
Black Pus,
Pagans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yazoo,
June Days,
Minor Threat,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Dolphy,
The Searchers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Terry Callier,
Liliput,
Scott Walker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Carl Craig,
David McCallum,
Brass Construction,
Janne Schatter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Guru Guru,
Blake Baxter,
The Star Department,
John Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Fear,
Mission of Burma,
Second Layer,
Juan Atkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dirtbombs,
Nik Kershaw,
The Durutti Column,
Sarah Menescal,
Malaria!,
Franke,
Gichy Dan,
Masters at Work,
Traffic Nightmare,
LL Cool J,
Iggy Pop,
Skarface,
Scrapy,
John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Thompson Twins,
UT,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stetsasonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neu!,
Motorama,
Robert Wyatt,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.