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 Sri Lanka and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
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 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 Scan 7 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Black Bananas,
Cymande,
Ultra Naté,
Josef K,
The Invisible,
Panda Bear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood,
John Foxx,
Q65,
The Moody Blues,
Metal Thangz,
Monolake,
PIL,
The Durutti Column,
Q and Not U,
D'Angelo,
Hot Snakes,
Warren Ellis,
Average White Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Slave,
John Coltrane,
The Sound,
X-102,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris Corsano,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
FM Einheit,
Byron Stingily,
Pole,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faraquet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Brothers Johnson,
Skarface,
Ludus,
Desert Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scientists,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hoover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultravox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.