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 Australia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 The Detroit Cobras to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Suburban Knight,
The Star Department,
The Martian,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick May,
Amazonics,
The Angels of Light,
Tres Demented,
Frankie Knuckles,
Popol Vuh,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronan,
Eddi Front,
Soul Sonic Force,
cv313,
Easy Going,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alphaville,
Guru Guru,
Sällskapet,
Deakin,
Pantaleimon,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bob Dylan,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funkadelic,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker,
David McCallum,
Crime,
Vainqueur,
Idris Muhammad,
This Heat,
Intrusion,
Newcleus,
The Residents,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nik Kershaw,
Youth Brigade,
Loose Ends,
Urselle,
Groovy Waters,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Bauhaus,
Yusef Lateef,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Inner City,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Walker Brothers,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.