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 Thailand 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 Public Enemy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lucky Dragons,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Stooges,
Metal Thangz,
Anthony Braxton,
Spoonie Gee,
The Raincoats,
The Wake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brothers Johnson,
Q and Not U,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Invisible,
The Happenings,
Liliput,
This Heat,
Al Stewart,
F. McDonald,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joensuu 1685,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacques Brel,
The Martian,
the Germs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Arthur Verocai,
Cal Tjader,
Guru Guru,
Sam Rivers,
Leonard Cohen,
Desert Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Velvet Underground,
Danielle Patucci,
Nik Kershaw,
Barry Ungar,
In Retrospect,
Stiv Bators,
Harry Pussy,
Dave Gahan,
Popol Vuh,
Dual Sessions,
Panda Bear,
Cluster,
The Searchers,
Tom Boy,
Pussy Galore,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultra Naté,
Cameo,
Little Man,
Lungfish,
Warren Ellis,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.