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 Finland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Pere Ubu to the crunk 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Smog,
Skaos,
Eddi Front,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cramps,
Shuggie Otis,
Icehouse,
Jacques Brel,
Procol Harum,
Ornette Coleman,
Marmalade,
The Doors,
The Gun Club,
KRS-One,
Public Enemy,
Joy Division,
Funkadelic,
Technova,
Barry Ungar,
Minnie Riperton,
a-ha,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dead C,
Quando Quango,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aural Exciters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zero Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stiv Bators,
Slave,
Television,
F. McDonald,
Rotary Connection,
Max Romeo,
Quadrant,
Lou Christie,
Half Japanese,
Eli Mardock,
Whodini,
Pagans,
Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Scan 7,
The Gories,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moleskins,
Black Bananas,
Minor Threat,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris & Cosey,
New Age Steppers,
Swell Maps,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.