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 Portugal and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Invisible 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Agitation Free,
Cameo,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Remains,
John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scan 7,
EPMD,
Crooked Eye,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dead C,
T.S.O.L.,
LL Cool J,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minutemen,
The Invisible,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantaleimon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sixth Finger,
Ituana,
Kurtis Blow,
Malaria!,
Mary Jane Girls,
The New Christs,
Nas,
The Blues Magoos,
Wolf Eyes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Morten Harket,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yaz,
Marvin Gaye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oneida,
Anakelly,
Franke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roger Hodgson,
Theoretical Girls,
The Toasters,
Black Bananas,
CMW,
Judy Mowatt,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gladiators,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Near,
Von Mondo,
This Heat,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash,
B.T. Express,
Marc Almond,
The Fuzztones,
Infiniti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.