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 Antigua and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rosa Yemen to the dance 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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Music Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sandy B,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crash Course in Science,
Agitation Free,
Jacques Brel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Offenders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spoonie Gee,
Animal Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cramps,
Glenn Branca,
David Axelrod,
Arcadia,
Adolescents,
New York Dolls,
Gong,
The Buckinghams,
D'Angelo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
MDC,
Gabor Szabo,
Youth Brigade,
Terrestrial Tones,
This Heat,
Guru Guru,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dark Day,
Tres Demented,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aural Exciters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Basic Channel,
Rites of Spring,
Black Pus,
Television,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slick Rick,
The Fuzztones,
Cymande,
The Remains,
The Monochrome Set,
Panda Bear,
The Selecter,
Steve Hackett,
The Pop Group,
The Trojans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barry Ungar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ten City,
Pulsallama,
Fear,
The Gories,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.