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 Germany and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Colin Newman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Stereo Dub,
Sugar Minott,
Eden Ahbez,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grey Daturas,
Harmonia,
Gang of Four,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Icehouse,
the Bar-Kays,
L. Decosne,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smiths,
Desert Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Max Romeo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra,
Patti Smith,
Prince Buster,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lungfish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick Morgan,
Tom Boy,
Average White Band,
Black Pus,
New Order,
The Beau Brummels,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Hill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roger Hodgson,
Funky Four + One,
Amazonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
UT,
the Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
Derrick May,
Ornette Coleman,
Gong,
Pierre Henry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Reagan Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Heaven 17,
The Techniques,
The Leaves,
Liliput,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.