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 Guinea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Amon Düül to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Schoolly D,
Charles Mingus,
Oneida,
Rotary Connection,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drexciya,
Supertramp,
The Angels of Light,
Can,
Circle Jerks,
The Smoke,
Janne Schatter,
Boredoms,
Eddi Front,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amazonics,
Eli Mardock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spoonie Gee,
Howard Jones,
ABBA,
The Techniques,
Joe Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Count Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Hot Snakes,
Cheater Slicks,
Arab on Radar,
Nas,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalann,
The Walker Brothers,
The Victims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mandrill,
Gichy Dan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rapeman,
Deakin,
The Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Henry Cow,
Ronan,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gun Club,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Leonard Cohen,
Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Althea and Donna,
Make Up,
Sound Behaviour,
ABC,
The Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.