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 Burundi 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Girls At Our Best! to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Harry Pussy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eve St. Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Aloha Tigers,
Reagan Youth,
Inner City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
E-Dancer,
Cymande,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
The Fortunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maurizio,
Pantytec,
The Fugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Trumans Water,
LL Cool J,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Index,
EPMD,
R.M.O.,
Magma,
Japan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sällskapet,
Mars,
Talk Talk,
CMW,
Newcleus,
Ponytail,
Patti Smith,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Halsall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Royal Trux,
Scion,
Funky Four + One,
Liliput,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harmonia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crime,
Althea and Donna,
The Smiths,
Bill Near,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.