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 Fiji and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Nation of Ulysses to the techno 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
In Retrospect,
Lungfish,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed,
Animal Collective,
Ultravox,
The United States of America,
Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Supertramp,
Steve Hackett,
Josef K,
Pantytec,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alison Limerick,
DNA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jandek,
Country Joe & The Fish,
kango's stein massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donald Byrd,
Outsiders,
Surgeon,
Sam Rivers,
Spoonie Gee,
Eve St. Jones,
The Toasters,
James White and The Blacks,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hashim,
Rekid,
Ohio Players,
Subhumans,
Sarah Menescal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stereo Dub,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Womack,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marine Girls,
John Lydon,
Make Up,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Simply Red,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Offenders,
Liliput,
Country Teasers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marvin Gaye,
The Flesh Eaters,
48th St. Collective,
Underground Resistance,
Talk Talk,
Fad Gadget,
June of 44,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.