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 Brazil and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
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 808 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 Livin' Joy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-102,
JFA,
Amon Düül II,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maurizio,
The Victims,
Delon & Dalcan,
OOIOO,
Michelle Simonal,
the Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Order,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Brand Nubian,
Thompson Twins,
Warren Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
Kayak,
the Bar-Kays,
Nils Olav,
Pagans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Das Ding,
Charles Mingus,
New Age Steppers,
Mantronix,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Josef K,
Prince Buster,
Minny Pops,
Bauhaus,
Cal Tjader,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
The Smoke,
The Martian,
The Index,
Gang Starr,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Rotary Connection,
Outsiders,
The Gladiators,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gun Club,
Au Pairs,
Maleditus Sound,
Pylon,
Tim Buckley,
EPMD,
Depeche Mode,
Masters at Work,
Minutemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.