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 India and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the electroclash 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cheater Slicks,
Skriet,
The Moody Blues,
The Techniques,
Khruangbin,
The Stooges,
Lucky Dragons,
Mars,
Blossom Toes,
Ituana,
The Neon Judgement,
Ohio Players,
The Mummies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fat Boys,
The Evens,
Supertramp,
Model 500,
Loose Ends,
The Remains,
Sound Behaviour,
New Order,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra,
Wire,
Quando Quango,
The Selecter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Howard Jones,
Nas,
David Axelrod,
Sonic Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sixth Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Mark Hollis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television Personalities,
Crime,
Suburban Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Bourne,
This Heat,
Steve Hackett,
Freddie Wadling,
Bronski Beat,
David Bowie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amazonics,
Marc Almond,
The Slits,
Darondo,
Kayak,
Derrick May,
Hasil Adkins,
Deepchord,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.