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 Turkmenistan and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 48th St. Collective to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Fluxion,
Morten Harket,
X-101,
Little Man,
Derrick Morgan,
The Remains,
R.M.O.,
Pussy Galore,
Shuggie Otis,
The Buckinghams,
The Victims,
Spandau Ballet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Görl,
Scientists,
Motorama,
Goldenarms,
48th St. Collective,
Lungfish,
Danielle Patucci,
D'Angelo,
The Dave Clark Five,
New York Dolls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aswad,
Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Intrusion,
Vainqueur,
Alison Limerick,
Black Bananas,
Roxette,
Wolf Eyes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Godley & Creme,
Peter & Gordon,
the Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
Marmalade,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Hood,
Loose Ends,
ABBA,
Sound Behaviour,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Easy Going,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alton Ellis,
Fear,
The Monks,
Man Parrish,
Whodini,
Thompson Twins,
Depeche Mode,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.