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 Manchester.
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 Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sonic Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Spandau Ballet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boogie Down Productions,
H. Thieme,
Massinfluence,
Robert Wyatt,
The American Breed,
Kerri Chandler,
Grauzone,
Clear Light,
Goldenarms,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Aswad,
Crime,
Gang Green,
Scion,
World's Most,
Judy Mowatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Camouflage,
Trumans Water,
Porter Ricks,
cv313,
Dual Sessions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantytec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zero Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
The Happenings,
Jandek,
Arcadia,
U.S. Maple,
Ronan,
Thompson Twins,
Groovy Waters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Das Ding,
Albert Ayler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erasure,
Suicide,
Amon Düül II,
Jacques Brel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Leaves,
Black Pus,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moleskins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cybotron,
Buzzcocks,
FM Einheit,
Organ,
Bluetip,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.