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 Paraguay and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 David Bowie 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 Interpol to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Bananas,
Kayak,
Matthew Bourne,
Yaz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sandy B,
Robert Görl,
Fear,
PIL,
Malaria!,
Judy Mowatt,
Moss Icon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Little Man,
Reagan Youth,
Pantytec,
John Lydon,
Joey Negro,
The Velvet Underground,
Ossler,
The Saints,
Nirvana,
Fela Kuti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed,
Nick Fraelich,
Mark Hollis,
Deakin,
The Divine Comedy,
Dark Day,
Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Raincoats,
Severed Heads,
The Mojo Men,
The Slits,
R.M.O.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Names,
Talk Talk,
Aloha Tigers,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultravox,
The Golliwogs,
Thee Headcoats,
Donald Byrd,
Joy Division,
Bobby Womack,
New Age Steppers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Prunes,
Nico,
Andrew Hill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Evens,
The Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.