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 Lesotho and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Altered Images,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Pus,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Görl,
Funkadelic,
The Walker Brothers,
Royal Trux,
R.M.O.,
UT,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mad Mike,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Easy Going,
Shuggie Otis,
Terry Callier,
Accadde A,
Roxy Music,
Man Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
Erasure,
Sun City Girls,
Hardrive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Enemy,
Slave,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Metal Thangz,
Rites of Spring,
Carl Craig,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eddi Front,
The Move,
Lindisfarne,
Sam Rivers,
The Gladiators,
Massinfluence,
cv313,
Joensuu 1685,
Unwound,
K-Klass,
The Pop Group,
Jacques Brel,
Josef K,
Groovy Waters,
Chris Corsano,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Copeland,
Agent Orange,
Gabor Szabo,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
Iggy Pop,
Faust,
Aaron Thompson,
the Soft Cell,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.