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 Zambia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 T. Rex to the disco 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
The Buckinghams,
Brothers Johnson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers,
Arab on Radar,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Talk Talk,
Liliput,
Aaron Thompson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alton Ellis,
Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacob Miller,
Steve Hackett,
Cluster,
The Star Department,
Supertramp,
Eric Copeland,
Leonard Cohen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mars,
Slick Rick,
Saccharine Trust,
Sound Behaviour,
Rapeman,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Move,
Icehouse,
Terry Callier,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Deakin,
The Velvet Underground,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mojo Men,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fuzztones,
Von Mondo,
Excepter,
The Trojans,
The Beau Brummels,
Mandrill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camberwell Now,
The Litter,
Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Malaria!,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.