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 Nigeria and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cure to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Visage,
Television Personalities,
Glenn Branca,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Popol Vuh,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Searchers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Wyatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
F. McDonald,
Mantronix,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warren Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television,
Loose Ends,
Mo-Dettes,
Skaos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Malaria!,
Darondo,
The Beau Brummels,
Drive Like Jehu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Charles Mingus,
Lucky Dragons,
Motorama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Section 25,
Angry Samoans,
Technova,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ohio Players,
The Stooges,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Surgeon,
Zapp,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Star Department,
LL Cool J,
R.M.O.,
Toni Rubio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Von Mondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra,
Joe Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doors,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.