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 Turkey and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Gang Gang Dance to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quantec,
Sixth Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T.S.O.L.,
Half Japanese,
Popol Vuh,
the Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
Smog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MDC,
Thee Headcoats,
Bauhaus,
Nico,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Franke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young,
Bobby Womack,
The Slackers,
Isaac Hayes,
Colin Newman,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neu!,
The Happenings,
Skaos,
Lou Reed,
CMW,
Josef K,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Litter,
Brothers Johnson,
Los Fastidios,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Talk Talk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonic Youth,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slave,
Delta 5,
Al Stewart,
Dawn Penn,
Organ,
The Skatalites,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jawbox,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minor Threat,
Joensuu 1685,
Funky Four + One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.