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 United States and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Ponytail to the punk 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eddi Front,
Erasure,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
KRS-One,
The Mummies,
Rites of Spring,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sam Rivers,
Blossom Toes,
Juan Atkins,
Dual Sessions,
Main Source,
Loose Ends,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shoche,
Charles Mingus,
Yaz,
The Barracudas,
Susan Cadogan,
The Offenders,
Talk Talk,
Ronnie Foster,
Tubeway Army,
Qualms,
Robert Görl,
Kas Product,
Kaleidoscope,
Fluxion,
The Motions,
Pylon,
Tim Buckley,
The Star Department,
Lebanon Hanover,
DNA,
Hasil Adkins,
Ossler,
Throbbing Gristle,
The New Christs,
Ice-T,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerri Chandler,
the Association,
Eurythmics,
The Durutti Column,
Agitation Free,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gap Band,
Lou Christie,
Wally Richardson,
Sparks,
Gang of Four,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultravox,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.