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 Maldives and from Taipei.
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 Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 Visage to the punk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Offenders,
Lyres,
Jeff Lynne,
Oblivians,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Henry Cow,
Roxette,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Standells,
Joyce Sims,
Zapp,
Von Mondo,
Pantytec,
Boredoms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxy Music,
The Kinks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
X-Ray Spex,
Minnie Riperton,
Desert Stars,
CMW,
Black Bananas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
a-ha,
Matthew Halsall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quadrant,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Rundgren,
Scrapy,
The Mummies,
Babytalk,
Motorama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Last Poets,
The Motions,
Avey Tare,
Make Up,
The Real Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brick,
Groovy Waters,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blues Magoos,
Brass Construction,
Marc Almond,
X-102,
Max Romeo,
Cymande,
Frankie Knuckles,
Josef K,
Dead Boys,
Visage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.