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 Moldova and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Dave Clark Five to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Joy Division,
Joey Negro,
The Dead C,
Cymande,
The Barracudas,
Faust,
Theoretical Girls,
Visage,
Soft Cell,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Derrick May,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
David McCallum,
The Residents,
Panda Bear,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Invisible,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fortunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eve St. Jones,
Swell Maps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tears for Fears,
Clear Light,
Kerri Chandler,
This Heat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Hardrive,
Agitation Free,
Chrome,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T. Rex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q65,
The Pretty Things,
Black Flag,
Bauhaus,
Flash Fearless,
LL Cool J,
Connie Case,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suburban Knight,
The Stooges,
U.S. Maple,
Arcadia,
Janne Schatter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Von Mondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gichy Dan,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Copeland,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.