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 Ghana and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
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 synthesizer 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grunge 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Lyres,
The Stooges,
Black Bananas,
Boredoms,
Young Marble Giants,
Radio Birdman,
The Smiths,
the Association,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Fraelich,
Bush Tetras,
The Raincoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Marc Almond,
The Litter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nirvana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick Morgan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tommy Roe,
EPMD,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fall,
Scott Walker,
Robert Hood,
Quadrant,
Soft Machine,
The Saints,
Simply Red,
Altered Images,
MC5,
Inner City,
This Heat,
Connie Case,
Kerrie Biddell,
Guru Guru,
The Index,
The Remains,
Josef K,
Eurythmics,
Kenny Larkin,
Slave,
Grey Daturas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Wells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harmonia,
KRS-One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Max Romeo,
Sex Pistols,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.