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 Panama and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Black Pus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Icehouse,
Scrapy,
The Red Krayola,
The Smiths,
Fad Gadget,
CMW,
Crash Course in Science,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare,
Moebius,
The Star Department,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Oblivians,
Parry Music,
David Axelrod,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Niagra,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Panda Bear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zero Boys,
Fat Boys,
Soft Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Heaven 17,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Raincoats,
X-102,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boredoms,
Marine Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
David Bowie,
Gang Green,
Danielle Patucci,
Fluxion,
Pantytec,
ABBA,
John Holt,
Max Romeo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Nik Kershaw,
Intrusion,
Ituana,
Inner City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.