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 Iran and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Harmonia to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Altered Images,
The Blackbyrds,
Desert Stars,
Moebius,
The Count Five,
New Age Steppers,
Mad Mike,
Tommy Roe,
Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thompson Twins,
Parry Music,
Oneida,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Human League,
Unwound,
Goldenarms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Starr,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Seeds,
Pagans,
Bobby Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Womack,
Theoretical Girls,
Delta 5,
Scientists,
Excepter,
Jacques Brel,
Section 25,
The Young Rascals,
Motorama,
Bronski Beat,
La Düsseldorf,
China Crisis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cheater Slicks,
Colin Newman,
Lee Hazlewood,
kango's stein massive,
Sonic Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Letta Mbulu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
T. Rex,
Nirvana,
Massinfluence,
K-Klass,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Piero Umiliani,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funky Four + One,
Royal Trux,
Can,
Fugazi,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.