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 Iraq and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Pere Ubu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moody Blues,
Heaven 17,
Porter Ricks,
The Trojans,
Sex Pistols,
Boz Scaggs,
The Offenders,
Joey Negro,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Dolphy,
ABBA,
Todd Rundgren,
Connie Case,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Sherman,
Lakeside,
Popol Vuh,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül II,
Magazine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
E-Dancer,
kango's stein massive,
Eli Mardock,
Rekid,
The Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Visage,
Wings,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cramps,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonic Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Motorama,
Camberwell Now,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Searchers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
B.T. Express,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
10cc,
Buzzcocks,
The Fortunes,
Schoolly D,
Y Pants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Darondo,
Jawbox,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.