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 Azerbaijan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Tears for Fears to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Wally Richardson,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxy Music,
Easy Going,
Eddi Front,
The Red Krayola,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Traffic Nightmare,
This Heat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Outsiders,
Joe Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Intrusion,
JFA,
The Fugs,
Au Pairs,
Fat Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Charles Mingus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultra Naté,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rotary Connection,
June of 44,
Rod Modell,
Bauhaus,
The Techniques,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bush Tetras,
Reagan Youth,
The Gories,
The Beau Brummels,
The Saints,
The Move,
The Birthday Party,
Marmalade,
Laurel Aitken,
New Order,
Stetsasonic,
Joey Negro,
Dawn Penn,
The Doors,
Monolake,
John Cale,
The Associates,
Magazine,
Sex Pistols,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MC5,
the Normal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alison Limerick,
Dark Day,
Kayak,
The Blackbyrds,
Nils Olav,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.