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 Indonesia and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Bauhaus to the dance 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra 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?
Bad Manners,
Joe Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Toni Rubio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Martian,
8 Eyed Spy,
Panda Bear,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blackbyrds,
Nik Kershaw,
Tubeway Army,
ABC,
The Smiths,
The Selecter,
Crispian St. Peters,
D'Angelo,
The Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flash Fearless,
Ten City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hashim,
X-Ray Spex,
The Five Americans,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Procol Harum,
Nils Olav,
One Last Wish,
F. McDonald,
The Gun Club,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maleditus Sound,
Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Blossom Toes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Organ,
Groovy Waters,
Ludus,
Liliput,
The Motions,
Angry Samoans,
Cameo,
Barbara Tucker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Golliwogs,
Carl Craig,
Sugar Minott,
Morten Harket,
the Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Scion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funky Four + One,
The Grass Roots,
Scratch Acid,
The Real Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Lydon,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.