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 Bahrain 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marcia Griffiths to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Flag,
Television,
Minny Pops,
Prince Buster,
Angry Samoans,
Danielle Patucci,
Blossom Toes,
The Fuzztones,
Brass Construction,
Mars,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Dead C,
The Slackers,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warren Ellis,
Ultravox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wings,
World's Most,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
The United States of America,
Camouflage,
The Leaves,
The Slits,
Rapeman,
Hot Snakes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Theoretical Girls,
Minor Threat,
The Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dirtbombs,
Stiv Bators,
Can,
The Offenders,
Kenny Larkin,
Crime,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
FM Einheit,
Mantronix,
The Victims,
Zapp,
Icehouse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Human League,
Byron Stingily,
The Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
cv313,
Adolescents,
The Smoke,
The Walker Brothers,
Davy DMX,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.