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 Mauritius and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 Brick to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Warsaw,
Soulsonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ten City,
Peter and Kerry,
Iggy Pop,
Tommy Roe,
Absolute Body Control,
Anthony Braxton,
Bob Dylan,
Mars,
Bill Wells,
The Zeros,
Juan Atkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chrome,
Albert Ayler,
Junior Murvin,
ABC,
John Foxx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Skaos,
Jeff Lynne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Normal,
Lungfish,
Bill Near,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Section 25,
Liliput,
Scott Walker,
Alphaville,
Zero Boys,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brand Nubian,
June Days,
Harmonia,
Wasted Youth,
The Barracudas,
Television,
Brothers Johnson,
The J.B.'s,
Motorama,
The Offenders,
Sex Pistols,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Coltrane,
The Gories,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Halsall,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Starr,
Mo-Dettes,
the Slits,
Tears for Fears,
AZ,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.