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 Monaco and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
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 theremin 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 Urselle to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
X-101,
Jandek,
The Mojo Men,
Das Ding,
The Martian,
Soul II Soul,
Kaleidoscope,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eurythmics,
The Human League,
The Vogues,
Sandy B,
Piero Umiliani,
Television,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
kango's stein massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Desert Stars,
Infiniti,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
Adolescents,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hardrive,
Camberwell Now,
The Moody Blues,
Pylon,
Tubeway Army,
Rod Modell,
Parry Music,
the Normal,
Quantec,
Ohio Players,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABBA,
Mars,
Soft Machine,
Swell Maps,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monolake,
Bad Manners,
Intrusion,
Section 25,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warren Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hot Snakes,
The Litter,
June Days,
Make Up,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fuzztones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.