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 Equatorial Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Quando Quango to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Erasure,
UT,
The Residents,
Ronnie Foster,
Jawbox,
Connie Case,
Desert Stars,
The Last Poets,
Severed Heads,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
OOIOO,
Symarip,
Marmalade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers,
Saccharine Trust,
Buzzcocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
F. McDonald,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
Wasted Youth,
Jandek,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sarah Menescal,
Magazine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fall,
The Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
the Normal,
Freddie Wadling,
Kevin Saunderson,
Circle Jerks,
The Mummies,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Swans,
Loose Ends,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ludus,
New Age Steppers,
David McCallum,
Patti Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rakim,
Lungfish,
Scientists,
Sällskapet,
The Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Drexciya,
Janne Schatter,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.