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 Slovakia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Scratch Acid to the electroclash 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brass Construction,
The Grass Roots,
Ponytail,
Boredoms,
Duran Duran,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Slick Rick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siglo XX,
Funkadelic,
Thompson Twins,
John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Malaria!,
Loose Ends,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Almond,
Deakin,
Minny Pops,
The Offenders,
Television Personalities,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moby Grape,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy Collins,
Vladislav Delay,
D'Angelo,
F. McDonald,
ABBA,
Lyres,
Morten Harket,
Anakelly,
The Remains,
Faust,
Fear,
Ronan,
EPMD,
Cluster,
Bang On A Can,
Howard Jones,
Sam Rivers,
Easy Going,
The Cramps,
Robert Hood,
David McCallum,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
Arthur Verocai,
Toni Rubio,
The Victims,
John Holt,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.