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 New Zealand and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Freddie Wadling to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
R.M.O.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blossom Toes,
Hardrive,
Scan 7,
Whodini,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Martian,
Lindisfarne,
The Knickerbockers,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Saints,
Visage,
The Red Krayola,
The Skatalites,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slick Rick,
Pole,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joyce Sims,
Juan Atkins,
Cymande,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agent Orange,
Janne Schatter,
Nico,
Bluetip,
The Gap Band,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
Black Moon,
Bush Tetras,
The Music Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Almond,
Fela Kuti,
David Bowie,
Freddie Wadling,
Nik Kershaw,
Eden Ahbez,
Connie Case,
Roger Hodgson,
EPMD,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slits,
Scientists,
Brass Construction,
The Gladiators,
Pierre Henry,
Pantytec,
Masters at Work,
Nils Olav,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-101,
Alphaville,
Das Ding,
David Axelrod,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.