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 Korea North 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Black Pus to the funk 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Quantec,
Pole,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MDC,
Interpol,
The Last Poets,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Teasers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yaz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Cluster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cymande,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers,
Tears for Fears,
The Count Five,
Chris & Cosey,
June of 44,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Evens,
Godley & Creme,
Gregory Isaacs,
The American Breed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lindisfarne,
Minor Threat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Danielle Patucci,
Pylon,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Nick Fraelich,
Skarface,
Sexual Harrassment,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABBA,
Ten City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sex Pistols,
The Real Kids,
Urselle,
Lower 48,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heaven 17,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.