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 Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Rotary Connection to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Moleskins,
Model 500,
Graham Central Station,
Colin Newman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wings,
Rod Modell,
Pantytec,
DJ Sneak,
Tears for Fears,
Cheater Slicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Animal Collective,
Flipper,
The Busters,
Amon Düül II,
Franke,
The Offenders,
The Walker Brothers,
Quantec,
The Count Five,
H. Thieme,
The Smoke,
Howard Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ossler,
John Holt,
Accadde A,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mojo Men,
Harry Pussy,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Slave,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thompson Twins,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deepchord,
The Vogues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Visage,
Public Enemy,
Suicide,
Derrick Morgan,
June of 44,
Mandrill,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Standells,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy Collins,
Nik Kershaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Clarke,
Mark Hollis,
Rapeman,
The Tremeloes,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.