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 Liechtenstein and from London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Ronan to the disco 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai 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 rock 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Cluster,
Joy Division,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers,
Niagra,
Jacob Miller,
The Residents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T.S.O.L.,
Stereo Dub,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Foxx,
One Last Wish,
Graham Central Station,
The Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Hill,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Machine,
The Star Department,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Flag,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Hood,
Eurythmics,
Danielle Patucci,
The Selecter,
Aswad,
Stetsasonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Moon,
Groovy Waters,
The Dirtbombs,
Bluetip,
Jandek,
Outsiders,
John Lydon,
Bill Wells,
Gang Green,
The Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Zapp,
EPMD,
Eddi Front,
The Searchers,
Ludus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
FM Einheit,
Heaven 17,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxy Music,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.