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 Bolivia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 II to the grunge 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mantronix,
Black Flag,
Arthur Verocai,
Fela Kuti,
The Beau Brummels,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Theoretical Girls,
Severed Heads,
the Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Audionom,
Harmonia,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eve St. Jones,
Lower 48,
DJ Sneak,
John Lydon,
the Association,
Urselle,
Nils Olav,
Sarah Menescal,
Boz Scaggs,
Sparks,
The Toasters,
Faraquet,
Subhumans,
Joy Division,
Nico,
Soul Sonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
Wire,
The Smoke,
Bronski Beat,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Pus,
Y Pants,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mojo Men,
Dark Day,
David McCallum,
The Blues Magoos,
Ossler,
Monks,
Robert Görl,
Radio Birdman,
Swans,
Patti Smith,
Malaria!,
Khruangbin,
Adolescents,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terry Callier,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lyres,
Basic Channel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Trumans Water,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.