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 Israel and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 The Busters to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Y Pants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The American Breed,
The Skatalites,
Index,
Dual Sessions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Depeche Mode,
Erykah Badu,
Babytalk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Royal Trux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sparks,
Cybotron,
Siglo XX,
Magazine,
The Real Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neu!,
Procol Harum,
Unwound,
Gang of Four,
David Bowie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tears for Fears,
the Germs,
Cymande,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Music Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Henry Cow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monochrome Set,
Aural Exciters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Almond,
the Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra,
Television,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Motions,
Ponytail,
The United States of America,
The Searchers,
Silicon Teens,
Los Fastidios,
Symarip,
Charles Mingus,
Joe Finger,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.