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 Peru and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Henry Cow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Theoretical Girls,
Dead Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Excepter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Leonard Cohen,
Sugar Minott,
The Skatalites,
Maleditus Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Bluetip,
Bad Manners,
The Fugs,
Ossler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Y Pants,
Fugazi,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nico,
The Slackers,
The Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter and Kerry,
Quando Quango,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Suicide,
Todd Rundgren,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick May,
Drexciya,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fuzztones,
The Move,
Groovy Waters,
Joensuu 1685,
Hot Snakes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Loose Ends,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moleskins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Byron Stingily,
Chris Corsano,
Thompson Twins,
a-ha,
Outsiders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Radio Birdman,
FM Einheit,
The Velvet Underground,
D'Angelo,
Dawn Penn,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pretty Things,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.