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 Croatia and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the techno 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
FM Einheit,
The Velvet Underground,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Colin Newman,
Scratch Acid,
The Slackers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Section 25,
K-Klass,
ABC,
Albert Ayler,
Bush Tetras,
Little Man,
Duran Duran,
Maurizio,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eurythmics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Malaria!,
Pantytec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Japan,
Adolescents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Black Sheep,
Ken Boothe,
Hoover,
John Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Lindisfarne,
Blossom Toes,
Ten City,
Patti Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flipper,
Skriet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smiths,
Jandek,
Infiniti,
The Barracudas,
Massinfluence,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.