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 Luxembourg and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 Grey Daturas to the rock 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Talk Talk,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lyres,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mr. Review,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deepchord,
Jeff Lynne,
Model 500,
The Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Unwound,
Blancmange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Goldenarms,
Danielle Patucci,
Prince Buster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faraquet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Dolphy,
Howard Jones,
L. Decosne,
The Count Five,
Funkadelic,
Japan,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Martian,
Pulsallama,
Angry Samoans,
Section 25,
Sugar Minott,
Hot Snakes,
Arab on Radar,
The Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Holt,
Yusef Lateef,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bad Manners,
Minor Threat,
Kurtis Blow,
Suburban Knight,
Y Pants,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Litter,
Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Sheep,
Erasure,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Urselle,
The Knickerbockers,
T.S.O.L.,
Joensuu 1685,
Khruangbin,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.