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 Spain and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Blossom Toes to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Essential Logic,
The Barracudas,
Idris Muhammad,
Cymande,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Walker Brothers,
Q65,
Popol Vuh,
Banda Bassotti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sugar Minott,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magazine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Al Stewart,
Angry Samoans,
Schoolly D,
Ultravox,
Sällskapet,
The Smoke,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Hill,
Boogie Down Productions,
JFA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Techniques,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Stooges,
Colin Newman,
CMW,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jandek,
Barrington Levy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yellowson,
Joe Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sound Behaviour,
Fela Kuti,
Drexciya,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dirtbombs,
Nirvana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Y Pants,
Kaleidoscope,
The Tremeloes,
Nico,
The Litter,
Aloha Tigers,
Con Funk Shun,
Harmonia,
The Smiths,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.