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 Papua New Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Stiv Bators to the dance 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
PIL,
Eurythmics,
The Dead C,
a-ha,
Morten Harket,
The American Breed,
KRS-One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tubeway Army,
Surgeon,
Jeff Mills,
The Skatalites,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Sneak,
Fluxion,
Easy Going,
Chrome,
Inner City,
Cymande,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-101,
Dawn Penn,
Eyeless In Gaza,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Simply Red,
Supertramp,
The Smoke,
Unrelated Segments,
Accadde A,
CMW,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers,
Piero Umiliani,
Oneida,
Bobby Womack,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Iggy Pop,
Toni Rubio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris & Cosey,
Yellowson,
Gong,
Livin' Joy,
Max Romeo,
Gichy Dan,
The New Christs,
Eden Ahbez,
Stockholm Monsters,
Juan Atkins,
Royal Trux,
Half Japanese,
the Normal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.