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 New Zealand and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Boredoms to the grunge 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Underground Resistance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Holt,
The Victims,
Scion,
The Birthday Party,
Blancmange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Young Marble Giants,
Y Pants,
Slick Rick,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Style,
The Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Howard Jones,
The Gories,
Warren Ellis,
Liliput,
Grauzone,
Alphaville,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott Heron,
FM Einheit,
Faraquet,
Crash Course in Science,
Minor Threat,
Negative Approach,
This Heat,
Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronan,
Carl Craig,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
Unwound,
MDC,
Television Personalities,
Ponytail,
Sun City Girls,
Hardrive,
Cybotron,
The Pop Group,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Susan Cadogan,
Nico,
Ultravox,
David McCallum,
Black Moon,
Gang Green,
New Order,
Skriet,
The Durutti Column,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.