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 Bolivia and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Metal Thangz to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Jeru the Damaja,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Accadde A,
Danielle Patucci,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T. Rex,
Au Pairs,
10cc,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
China Crisis,
John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Urselle,
Sandy B,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marine Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Darondo,
the Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABC,
Toni Rubio,
The Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
The Walker Brothers,
Smog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
OOIOO,
The Stooges,
Oneida,
kango's stein massive,
Hashim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Skatalites,
Kerri Chandler,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Vogues,
Jeff Lynne,
Aloha Tigers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Bowie,
Television Personalities,
Sister Nancy,
Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
Pylon,
Hardrive,
Vainqueur,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quadrant,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.