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 Suriname and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 The Index to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Q65,
the Bar-Kays,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ponytail,
Japan,
The Sonics,
Delta 5,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultra Naté,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Khruangbin,
These Immortal Souls,
The Move,
Half Japanese,
Todd Terry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dark Day,
Pantaleimon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Motions,
EPMD,
Blake Baxter,
Marmalade,
Roger Hodgson,
Kurtis Blow,
Icehouse,
Dead Boys,
Alphaville,
Rufus Thomas,
Barry Ungar,
Dave Gahan,
Grauzone,
Cheater Slicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Arab on Radar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Loose Ends,
Marshall Jefferson,
Interpol,
The Evens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Connie Case,
B.T. Express,
Essential Logic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalann,
The Vogues,
Sonic Youth,
The Associates,
Danielle Patucci,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.