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 Azerbaijan and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Boredoms to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Happenings,
Audionom,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Names,
Livin' Joy,
New Age Steppers,
Sex Pistols,
Suburban Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harry Pussy,
Dark Day,
Anakelly,
Unrelated Segments,
The Residents,
X-101,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Royal Trux,
The New Christs,
The J.B.'s,
Little Man,
The Misunderstood,
Camouflage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Rosa Yemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Niagra,
Circle Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
The Slackers,
Alphaville,
Gichy Dan,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Hot Snakes,
Chris Corsano,
Letta Mbulu,
Ken Boothe,
Isaac Hayes,
The Zeros,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
DNA,
Scratch Acid,
Morten Harket,
Dawn Penn,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Absolute Body Control,
Y Pants,
Wire,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.