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 Grenada and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Cecil Taylor,
ABC,
Camberwell Now,
F. McDonald,
Unwound,
Swell Maps,
Visage,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Five Americans,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young,
Colin Newman,
Second Layer,
Rapeman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Groovy Waters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Moby Grape,
the Bar-Kays,
Hardrive,
The Fuzztones,
The Blues Magoos,
the Association,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Bourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Section 25,
Erykah Badu,
The Buckinghams,
Quando Quango,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reagan Youth,
Slick Rick,
UT,
The Grass Roots,
Tim Buckley,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Fraelich,
The Barracudas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
H. Thieme,
Crime,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fugazi,
Neu!,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Animal Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlback,
Make Up,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.