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 Costa Rica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Warsaw to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Young Marble Giants,
Fear,
Bobby Sherman,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Motorama,
The Cramps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harmonia,
Hasil Adkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gabor Szabo,
Animal Collective,
Interpol,
Patti Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Buckinghams,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oblivians,
The Mummies,
Dual Sessions,
Q and Not U,
Sonic Youth,
Lungfish,
Altered Images,
Index,
Cameo,
Neu!,
Cybotron,
Judy Mowatt,
Desert Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slits,
John Foxx,
Byron Stingily,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thompson Twins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pagans,
Lindisfarne,
Joyce Sims,
Archie Shepp,
Malaria!,
DJ Sneak,
the Germs,
Buzzcocks,
the Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Victims,
Quadrant,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mars,
Skriet,
Royal Trux,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pop Group,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.