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 Montenegro and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Mr. Review,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Con Funk Shun,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Simply Red,
Nico,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Smog,
The Five Americans,
The Beau Brummels,
Crooked Eye,
The Real Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Erasure,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Sherman,
UT,
Unwound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MDC,
Sex Pistols,
Wolf Eyes,
Rekid,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heaven 17,
Shoche,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bauhaus,
Theoretical Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Panda Bear,
Wally Richardson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blossom Toes,
Crime,
Pylon,
Cal Tjader,
T. Rex,
Marine Girls,
Technova,
The Selecter,
Davy DMX,
Idris Muhammad,
Laurel Aitken,
Letta Mbulu,
Can,
Flipper,
The Birthday Party,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pagans,
Alice Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Moon,
Albert Ayler,
Joensuu 1685,
Rod Modell,
Lakeside,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.