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 Ivory Coast 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Happenings,
Pole,
DJ Sneak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tomorrow,
Crime,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fatback Band,
Funkadelic,
Quantec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
In Retrospect,
The Black Dice,
Anakelly,
Magazine,
Zapp,
Black Pus,
Pierre Henry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MC5,
The Zeros,
The Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Danielle Patucci,
Hardrive,
K-Klass,
June Days,
Erykah Badu,
Funky Four + One,
Mo-Dettes,
Das Ding,
Pantytec,
Andrew Hill,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Smooth,
Marmalade,
Colin Newman,
Eurythmics,
Boz Scaggs,
the Germs,
Visage,
The New Christs,
Zero Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Fraelich,
Moss Icon,
Quando Quango,
The Trojans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronan,
Morten Harket,
Robert Görl,
Aloha Tigers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minutemen,
Eden Ahbez,
The American Breed,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.