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 Angola and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Lou Christie to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Television,
Underground Resistance,
Pylon,
The Golliwogs,
Reagan Youth,
The Leaves,
Anakelly,
Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Busters,
Groovy Waters,
Inner City,
Nils Olav,
Marmalade,
Nick Fraelich,
Adolescents,
The Doors,
Livin' Joy,
Crash Course in Science,
Yellowson,
The Grass Roots,
Skarface,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare,
The Offenders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angry Samoans,
The Sonics,
Deadbeat,
The Cure,
Cheater Slicks,
Boredoms,
Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
The United States of America,
Glambeats Corp.,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed,
Stereo Dub,
La Düsseldorf,
Unwound,
Agitation Free,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Move,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faust,
Skriet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scratch Acid,
Babytalk,
The Fortunes,
Tears for Fears,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bush Tetras,
Wings,
The Mummies,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.