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 Czech Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
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 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 The Buckinghams to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Crooked Eye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
KRS-One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Teasers,
Ludus,
Deakin,
Harry Pussy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monochrome Set,
Desert Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Tubeway Army,
Ossler,
Ken Boothe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick Morgan,
Adolescents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shoche,
The Gladiators,
Delta 5,
Soft Machine,
Ten City,
John Foxx,
New Age Steppers,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scion,
In Retrospect,
Sex Pistols,
Y Pants,
Brick,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Copeland,
H. Thieme,
Bang On A Can,
Bluetip,
John Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra,
Urselle,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Womack,
Graham Central Station,
Oneida,
The Kinks,
Joyce Sims,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Standells,
Stereo Dub,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.