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 France and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Agent Orange to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Bush Tetras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
The Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxette,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Copeland,
Mo-Dettes,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fela Kuti,
Aaron Thompson,
Icehouse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The American Breed,
Television,
Wire,
Amon Düül,
ABC,
Bauhaus,
The Neon Judgement,
the Human League,
Interpol,
Bronski Beat,
Deepchord,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Y Pants,
New Age Steppers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Move,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Certain Ratio,
David Bowie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smiths,
Joensuu 1685,
U.S. Maple,
Toni Rubio,
Audionom,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fad Gadget,
Scientists,
Von Mondo,
John Coltrane,
Altered Images,
The Martian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fear,
Moebius,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DNA,
Dual Sessions,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.