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 Ethiopia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Suicide 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Basic Channel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Association,
R.M.O.,
Bad Manners,
Don Cherry,
Kerrie Biddell,
FM Einheit,
Sällskapet,
The Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
The Modern Lovers,
Darondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deadbeat,
Public Enemy,
The Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Soul Sonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Black Dice,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
E-Dancer,
Stereo Dub,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dennis Brown,
Eurythmics,
The Victims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The New Christs,
Los Fastidios,
Swell Maps,
Tubeway Army,
The Searchers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Residents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Interpol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Five Americans,
Royal Trux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warsaw,
Patti Smith,
Chrome,
Talk Talk,
These Immortal Souls,
The Golliwogs,
Hoover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gichy Dan,
Altered Images,
Moss Icon,
Radio Birdman,
Dave Gahan,
Duran Duran,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.