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 Comoros and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anthony Braxton,
kango's stein massive,
The Leaves,
Brand Nubian,
Crispy Ambulance,
10cc,
Rotary Connection,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gladiators,
The Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Pere Ubu,
The Divine Comedy,
Juan Atkins,
Deadbeat,
Inner City,
DNA,
One Last Wish,
Bill Near,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scientists,
Patti Smith,
The Barracudas,
Second Layer,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lyres,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alison Limerick,
The Zeros,
Agitation Free,
Tubeway Army,
Talk Talk,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scion,
Nik Kershaw,
Mad Mike,
Minnie Riperton,
Anakelly,
Infiniti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Janne Schatter,
Moebius,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lakeside,
Derrick May,
Newcleus,
The Gun Club,
Godley & Creme,
Eden Ahbez,
Suicide,
Motorama,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Names,
The Residents,
Darondo,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.