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 Andorra and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alphaville to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arab on Radar,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Fela Kuti,
Technova,
The Gun Club,
The Trojans,
Public Enemy,
JFA,
Terry Callier,
the Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Black Flag,
Rotary Connection,
The Black Dice,
The Walker Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Hashim,
Buzzcocks,
Angry Samoans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slick Rick,
Mars,
Tim Buckley,
The Moleskins,
the Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Section 25,
The Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warren Ellis,
Negative Approach,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pop Group,
The Modern Lovers,
Model 500,
The Slits,
The Music Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Delta 5,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Dolphy,
F. McDonald,
Roxy Music,
Smog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.