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 Somalia and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 Anakelly to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marmalade,
Popol Vuh,
Bush Tetras,
Michelle Simonal,
Aural Exciters,
The Gladiators,
The Blackbyrds,
Rufus Thomas,
Kevin Saunderson,
New York Dolls,
Dennis Brown,
kango's stein massive,
The Golliwogs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Deadbeat,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Toasters,
Soulsonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funky Four + One,
Jawbox,
Fat Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
The Litter,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Parry Music,
Brass Construction,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Associates,
Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marcia Griffiths,
June of 44,
Shoche,
Archie Shepp,
Sam Rivers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Moon,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Clarke,
Anakelly,
The Zeros,
Wasted Youth,
the Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.