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 Austria and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Bob Dylan to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Red Krayola,
Black Pus,
Derrick May,
Sixth Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swell Maps,
The Sound,
John Foxx,
Minutemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bluetip,
Bauhaus,
Byron Stingily,
Television,
Deepchord,
Joy Division,
Graham Central Station,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gichy Dan,
PIL,
Jeff Mills,
F. McDonald,
Metal Thangz,
Isaac Hayes,
Marine Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
MC5,
Guru Guru,
Minor Threat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacques Brel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Last Poets,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fall,
Infiniti,
Sonic Youth,
Neu!,
UT,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Axelrod,
Silicon Teens,
The Modern Lovers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Names,
Inner City,
ABBA,
Maleditus Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gong,
Rufus Thomas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eli Mardock,
The Toasters,
The Beau Brummels,
Basic Channel,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.