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 Syria and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 R.M.O. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Qualms,
Whodini,
Stetsasonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Style,
Essential Logic,
Deadbeat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shoche,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moby Grape,
Black Flag,
Junior Murvin,
Erasure,
The Beau Brummels,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spandau Ballet,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Symarip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Al Stewart,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers,
Vladislav Delay,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
F. McDonald,
Jerry's Kids,
The Selecter,
Ossler,
Ice-T,
These Immortal Souls,
Television,
Iggy Pop,
Wire,
Sandy B,
DJ Sneak,
Duran Duran,
Grauzone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Jandek,
Heaven 17,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Young Rascals,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pet Shop Boys,
10cc,
Robert Görl,
The Real Kids,
Scion,
Bush Tetras,
New York Dolls,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Alice Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
The Mojo Men,
Anakelly,
Bill Near,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.