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 Solomon Islands and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Q and Not U to the funk 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dead Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dead C,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minnie Riperton,
Porter Ricks,
The Young Rascals,
Sparks,
Quando Quango,
Metal Thangz,
Royal Trux,
Kas Product,
Tubeway Army,
Blancmange,
Slave,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Godley & Creme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris Corsano,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Sneak,
Piero Umiliani,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fugs,
Whodini,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Darondo,
Cal Tjader,
Surgeon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Clarke,
Vainqueur,
Donny Hathaway,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mr. Review,
Hoover,
John Lydon,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Enemy,
MC5,
Radio Birdman,
CMW,
Robert Görl,
Vladislav Delay,
The Velvet Underground,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Interpol,
Model 500,
The American Breed,
Hasil Adkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siglo XX,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.