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 Equatorial Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 The Knickerbockers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Zapp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deakin,
Section 25,
Pagans,
Black Sheep,
Kas Product,
The Flesh Eaters,
LL Cool J,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agitation Free,
Rekid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zero Boys,
Joe Finger,
Drexciya,
Dark Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
Max Romeo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Almond,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tom Boy,
Arab on Radar,
The Human League,
Japan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
48th St. Collective,
Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Young Marble Giants,
Crooked Eye,
The Martian,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erasure,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Teasers,
Moebius,
Bad Manners,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television,
Harmonia,
Liliput,
Gichy Dan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pierre Henry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sixth Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Sparks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Make Up,
Cal Tjader,
The Smiths,
Scrapy,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.