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 Palau and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the electroclash 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joy Division,
Peter and Kerry,
The Motions,
Dawn Penn,
Camouflage,
Hoover,
Maleditus Sound,
Malaria!,
Japan,
Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed,
UT,
The Divine Comedy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pretty Things,
The United States of America,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deakin,
Marvin Gaye,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shoche,
Howard Jones,
The Barracudas,
DJ Style,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angry Samoans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Metal Thangz,
Hot Snakes,
The Invisible,
Monks,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Womack,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vainqueur,
Hashim,
Gichy Dan,
David Axelrod,
Television,
Scan 7,
The Dirtbombs,
Kaleidoscope,
Cluster,
MDC,
T.S.O.L.,
Dark Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barbara Tucker,
Radio Birdman,
The Stooges,
Bad Manners,
In Retrospect,
Pantytec,
The Human League,
Funkadelic,
The Angels of Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boogie Down Productions,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.