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 Congo and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Dead Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skriet,
Anthony Braxton,
Althea and Donna,
Cybotron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Subhumans,
D'Angelo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Finger,
Y Pants,
Brass Construction,
John Cale,
Mandrill,
Scratch Acid,
Nation of Ulysses,
The New Christs,
Neil Young,
Ultimate Spinach,
Smog,
Sparks,
Nas,
LL Cool J,
Livin' Joy,
Silicon Teens,
June of 44,
Scott Walker,
Bad Manners,
The Standells,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gladiators,
The Moody Blues,
Warsaw,
Urselle,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Interpol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Music Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bizarre Inc.,
Procol Harum,
Chris Corsano,
Yaz,
Television Personalities,
Hasil Adkins,
Ossler,
Stiv Bators,
The Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gichy Dan,
John Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultravox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.