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 Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Lightning Bolt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fear,
K-Klass,
Cecil Taylor,
Gong,
The Fuzztones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Half Japanese,
Tears for Fears,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Germs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Enemy,
The Techniques,
The Durutti Column,
Fad Gadget,
Suburban Knight,
Yaz,
Bobby Sherman,
Dual Sessions,
Roxette,
The Pretty Things,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moleskins,
World's Most,
Sam Rivers,
Peter and Kerry,
Wings,
Oblivians,
Gang of Four,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Technova,
The Gories,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marmalade,
Drive Like Jehu,
T. Rex,
Minor Threat,
Country Teasers,
The Kinks,
Interpol,
Donald Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moody Blues,
Godley & Creme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Move,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
kango's stein massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Grauzone,
One Last Wish,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.