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 Czech Republic and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scott Walker to the jazz 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Harry Pussy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kenny Larkin,
The Human League,
Whodini,
Guru Guru,
The Trojans,
D'Angelo,
Lower 48,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Nirvana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drexciya,
The Velvet Underground,
Amazonics,
Bronski Beat,
Connie Case,
Kurtis Blow,
Magazine,
Angry Samoans,
Donny Hathaway,
Minnie Riperton,
F. McDonald,
Sight & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Infiniti,
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Brothers Johnson,
Sex Pistols,
The Martian,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül,
Popol Vuh,
Grey Daturas,
The Real Kids,
The Kinks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Buckinghams,
James White and The Blacks,
Magma,
Wings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ludus,
The Victims,
One Last Wish,
Harpers Bizarre,
The American Breed,
Todd Rundgren,
Banda Bassotti,
Royal Trux,
Alphaville,
The Gun Club,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.