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 Sri Lanka and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Can to the grunge 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear 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?
Grey Daturas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tubeway Army,
Yaz,
Jacques Brel,
Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Residents,
La Düsseldorf,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blancmange,
Delta 5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Clear Light,
The Barracudas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wire,
Rapeman,
Quadrant,
Erasure,
Roxy Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Colin Newman,
David Axelrod,
Brothers Johnson,
The J.B.'s,
The Misunderstood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Goldenarms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wally Richardson,
Boredoms,
Eurythmics,
Radiohead,
Flipper,
The Happenings,
Fad Gadget,
Juan Atkins,
Schoolly D,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
New York Dolls,
Funky Four + One,
Flash Fearless,
Prince Buster,
Pierre Henry,
Adolescents,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marvin Gaye,
Tim Buckley,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Human League,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.