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 Tonga and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 The Skatalites to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jawbox,
Minutemen,
The Dirtbombs,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Style,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Cameo,
The Slits,
The Monks,
Country Teasers,
Derrick May,
Silicon Teens,
Lindisfarne,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Saints,
Josef K,
The Remains,
Neu!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Bowie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Mills,
Dawn Penn,
One Last Wish,
the Normal,
Pole,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlback,
Y Pants,
Matthew Bourne,
Desert Stars,
L. Decosne,
Heaven 17,
Ludus,
Eddi Front,
Eli Mardock,
Fugazi,
Neil Young,
The Dead C,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Easy Going,
Los Fastidios,
Yazoo,
Marc Almond,
Black Pus,
Faraquet,
Bauhaus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Aloha Tigers,
The Golliwogs,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.