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 Russia 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 L. Decosne to the funk 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faraquet,
Pylon,
D'Angelo,
Minnie Riperton,
The Victims,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Deadbeat,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mojo Men,
Minutemen,
John Cale,
The Techniques,
Public Image Ltd.,
Depeche Mode,
The Smiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Litter,
Intrusion,
Wings,
The Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brick,
Iggy Pop,
the Germs,
X-101,
The Happenings,
Barbara Tucker,
The Modern Lovers,
Scratch Acid,
Youth Brigade,
The Moleskins,
Howard Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Davy DMX,
The Golliwogs,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maleditus Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
The Stooges,
Boredoms,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Sherman,
Crash Course in Science,
Shoche,
Siglo XX,
Mo-Dettes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fortunes,
The Zeros,
James White and The Blacks,
Ossler,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-102,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.