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 Egypt and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
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 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 Al Stewart to the grunge 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Toni Rubio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Swell Maps,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brothers Johnson,
Theoretical Girls,
Eurythmics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Saints,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
The Residents,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Adolescents,
Laurel Aitken,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quantec,
Stiv Bators,
Talk Talk,
The Move,
Amon Düül,
Anakelly,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
The Fortunes,
Vainqueur,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pole,
La Düsseldorf,
The Wake,
Public Image Ltd.,
K-Klass,
Quando Quango,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Michelle Simonal,
Fluxion,
Gong,
Smog,
Nico,
Gichy Dan,
The Gap Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Lightning Bolt,
H. Thieme,
These Immortal Souls,
Los Fastidios,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masters at Work,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yazoo,
Panda Bear,
Faraquet,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.