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 Mauritania and from London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the electroclash 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
cv313,
Massinfluence,
Neu!,
Cecil Taylor,
the Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Last Poets,
Alice Coltrane,
Parry Music,
Aural Exciters,
Boz Scaggs,
FM Einheit,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angry Samoans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Associates,
Clear Light,
Flipper,
Interpol,
Anakelly,
The Happenings,
Roxy Music,
Make Up,
Talk Talk,
Model 500,
Fatback Band,
Joe Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
Sandy B,
Oblivians,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Litter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry's Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cal Tjader,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker,
Bluetip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Hood,
Wings,
The Young Rascals,
Swell Maps,
The Stooges,
Darondo,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.