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 Syria 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joyce Sims 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Siglo XX,
Newcleus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dawn Penn,
Jandek,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Age Steppers,
Can,
Popol Vuh,
Michelle Simonal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funky Four + One,
Scrapy,
Wolf Eyes,
Desert Stars,
Josef K,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Vogues,
Saccharine Trust,
Animal Collective,
The Stooges,
FM Einheit,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
Jacques Brel,
Pole,
Liliput,
David McCallum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erasure,
Eve St. Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ornette Coleman,
The Music Machine,
The Index,
Al Stewart,
The Monks,
Marmalade,
Absolute Body Control,
Morten Harket,
Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
China Crisis,
DJ Sneak,
The Knickerbockers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brass Construction,
Agitation Free,
The Leaves,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.