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 Moldova and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Nico to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Young Rascals,
The Slackers,
Underground Resistance,
Wings,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hasil Adkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tim Buckley,
Grey Daturas,
Rapeman,
Minny Pops,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skaos,
Flash Fearless,
The Angels of Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Symarip,
June Days,
Suburban Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Spandau Ballet,
Vainqueur,
Outsiders,
The Neon Judgement,
Icehouse,
Anakelly,
Banda Bassotti,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Smog,
New Order,
Steve Hackett,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minor Threat,
Yellowson,
Amazonics,
Magazine,
Gang of Four,
Quantec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Machine,
Fear,
Chris Corsano,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liliput,
The Dirtbombs,
The Buckinghams,
The Star Department,
Bronski Beat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fatback Band,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.