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 Switzerland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Brass Construction,
Lindisfarne,
New York Dolls,
The Wake,
L. Decosne,
Connie Case,
Minor Threat,
Boz Scaggs,
Gabor Szabo,
Television Personalities,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Khruangbin,
Sällskapet,
Yazoo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Make Up,
The Slackers,
Black Bananas,
The Doors,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
Hashim,
Moby Grape,
Television,
New Order,
Icehouse,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Cale,
Unwound,
Donald Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerri Chandler,
Bad Manners,
Q and Not U,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pere Ubu,
CMW,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
Technova,
Crash Course in Science,
David Axelrod,
Todd Rundgren,
Panda Bear,
Clear Light,
Qualms,
Funky Four + One,
Bluetip,
Blossom Toes,
Wally Richardson,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.