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 Mauritania and from New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dead C,
OOIOO,
Sound Behaviour,
Organ,
Theoretical Girls,
Drexciya,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pop Group,
Bluetip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Porter Ricks,
Deepchord,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cheater Slicks,
Infiniti,
LL Cool J,
Monks,
Motorama,
Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Das Ding,
June of 44,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Standells,
John Holt,
Peter and Kerry,
Magma,
Circle Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Halsall,
Wings,
Maleditus Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Banda Bassotti,
The Saints,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mojo Men,
Dennis Brown,
Hoover,
Essential Logic,
Barbara Tucker,
Jandek,
Wire,
Unwound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Steve Hackett,
Gregory Isaacs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lungfish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Metal Thangz,
Ronan,
Sonic Youth,
The Seeds,
Joe Finger,
Funky Four + One,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.