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 Kyrgyzstan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 Swell Maps to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sixth Finger,
Surgeon,
The Associates,
Loose Ends,
ABBA,
Reagan Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Section 25,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Beau Brummels,
Kayak,
Soft Machine,
Marc Almond,
Metal Thangz,
Altered Images,
Echospace,
Oneida,
Michelle Simonal,
Gichy Dan,
The Cowsills,
DJ Sneak,
The Gun Club,
Jacques Brel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
JFA,
Hardrive,
Fugazi,
Fluxion,
Ultra Naté,
The American Breed,
Eddi Front,
B.T. Express,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed,
Rekid,
Porter Ricks,
The Doors,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiohead,
Al Stewart,
Tres Demented,
Arab on Radar,
Newcleus,
Blake Baxter,
Nico,
Crispian St. Peters,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra,
The Toasters,
John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxette,
Blancmange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
La Düsseldorf,
Bizarre Inc.,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.