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 Togo and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 UT to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Howard Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Motions,
Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
New Order,
The Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monochrome Set,
Alice Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Supertramp,
The Angels of Light,
Interpol,
Electric Prunes,
Gong,
E-Dancer,
The Fugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Patti Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smiths,
Bauhaus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oblivians,
Skarface,
The Monks,
Archie Shepp,
Fela Kuti,
The Busters,
Zero Boys,
KRS-One,
Mo-Dettes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stockholm Monsters,
Althea and Donna,
Basic Channel,
Arab on Radar,
a-ha,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy Collins,
The Knickerbockers,
The Alarm Clocks,
World's Most,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agent Orange,
Scan 7,
Minutemen,
Bush Tetras,
The Blues Magoos,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.