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 Tuvalu and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Kaleidoscope to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tres Demented,
June Days,
Pierre Henry,
Deakin,
The Beau Brummels,
Fear,
Moebius,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eli Mardock,
The Gun Club,
Ituana,
Throbbing Gristle,
Circle Jerks,
ABBA,
the Normal,
Dennis Brown,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anthony Braxton,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young,
Scion,
The Selecter,
The Angels of Light,
Duran Duran,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Flag,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Womack,
Dawn Penn,
The Skatalites,
EPMD,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Near,
The Stooges,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
This Heat,
The New Christs,
Sugar Minott,
Davy DMX,
Bluetip,
Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Cybotron,
Ossler,
Eddi Front,
Monolake,
E-Dancer,
Sällskapet,
Gichy Dan,
Amazonics,
Funky Four + One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Scientists,
Lindisfarne,
Hasil Adkins,
The Walker Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.