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 Turkey and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Visage to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Roger Hodgson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Hood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Can,
Arcadia,
The Residents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
The Busters,
The Misunderstood,
Delon & Dalcan,
David McCallum,
Aswad,
The Skatalites,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed,
Pierre Henry,
Newcleus,
Fela Kuti,
X-Ray Spex,
H. Thieme,
AZ,
The Stooges,
Colin Newman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angry Samoans,
D'Angelo,
Henry Cow,
Brand Nubian,
The Angels of Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deadbeat,
Alphaville,
Talk Talk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young,
The Monks,
Whodini,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monolake,
a-ha,
Lakeside,
Gong,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doors,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
kango's stein massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.