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 El Salvador and from Seoul.
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 Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Los Fastidios to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Howard Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slackers,
John Lydon,
Zero Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Scion,
Eurythmics,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Kool Moe Dee,
Negative Approach,
E-Dancer,
Erasure,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reagan Youth,
Kas Product,
Janne Schatter,
Iggy Pop,
Black Moon,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Au Pairs,
B.T. Express,
The Evens,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Litter,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Almond,
Bang On A Can,
Icehouse,
Chris Corsano,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ten City,
Babytalk,
The Mummies,
Livin' Joy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cal Tjader,
Radiohead,
Deepchord,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flipper,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drexciya,
The Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Absolute Body Control,
Joey Negro,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Graham Central Station,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Public Enemy,
Simply Red,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.