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 Cambodia and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Tommy Roe to the dance 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Saints,
Pantytec,
The Cowsills,
Stereo Dub,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Carl Craig,
Black Moon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Graham Central Station,
Lower 48,
Black Flag,
X-Ray Spex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eli Mardock,
Unrelated Segments,
Gregory Isaacs,
Accadde A,
F. McDonald,
The Victims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gong,
Talk Talk,
Black Bananas,
The Gun Club,
the Swans,
Trumans Water,
Second Layer,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mission of Burma,
The New Christs,
Barry Ungar,
D'Angelo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Inner City,
The Invisible,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Patti Smith,
Guru Guru,
Zapp,
Rosa Yemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Niagra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The American Breed,
Nas,
Skarface,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bronski Beat,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.