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 United States and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Knickerbockers,
B.T. Express,
Ten City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxette,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Dolphy,
the Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül II,
UT,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Pagans,
Lindisfarne,
The Vogues,
Hashim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Sherman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monks,
The Angels of Light,
The Residents,
Darondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantytec,
Mad Mike,
The Associates,
Gong,
Maurizio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Babytalk,
Crime,
the Sonics,
Slave,
Chris & Cosey,
New York Dolls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Adolescents,
Gabor Szabo,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Clarke,
Reagan Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Depeche Mode,
Duran Duran,
Sam Rivers,
Easy Going,
Dual Sessions,
Byron Stingily,
The Raincoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Youth Brigade,
Average White Band,
Amazonics,
Severed Heads,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.