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 Cape Verde and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans 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?
Cheater Slicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faust,
The Litter,
Pantytec,
Technova,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jandek,
Roxy Music,
Livin' Joy,
Negative Approach,
Mo-Dettes,
Colin Newman,
The Cure,
The Invisible,
Pierre Henry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
Tommy Roe,
Erasure,
Iggy Pop,
Subhumans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Holt,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mr. Review,
Nirvana,
Country Teasers,
Sun City Girls,
World's Most,
Quando Quango,
Lindisfarne,
Jacques Brel,
The Stooges,
Morten Harket,
Suicide,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dead C,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doors,
Symarip,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Near,
New Order,
Scrapy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Christie,
The Neon Judgement,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Lynne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moody Blues,
Alphaville,
Todd Rundgren,
Danielle Patucci,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.