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 Oman and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Talk Talk to the crunk 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Kas Product,
The Buckinghams,
Gerry Rafferty,
Urselle,
Matthew Bourne,
Pole,
Donald Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Symarip,
X-Ray Spex,
Hashim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Half Japanese,
Maurizio,
Reagan Youth,
Aswad,
Buzzcocks,
Moss Icon,
Joensuu 1685,
Letta Mbulu,
MDC,
Radiohead,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Human League,
Cybotron,
Interpol,
Stetsasonic,
Fat Boys,
Average White Band,
David Axelrod,
The Fortunes,
One Last Wish,
Moebius,
Lower 48,
Eric Copeland,
Television,
Au Pairs,
John Lydon,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris Corsano,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minutemen,
The Young Rascals,
Minny Pops,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yaz,
The Index,
Charles Mingus,
Jawbox,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.