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 Guyana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Warren Ellis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Steve Hackett,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül,
Rites of Spring,
Dawn Penn,
Quando Quango,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Japan,
Howard Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Near,
This Heat,
Desert Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Normal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fela Kuti,
Skarface,
Massinfluence,
Fluxion,
Essential Logic,
The Young Rascals,
June of 44,
Moby Grape,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sparks,
Jacob Miller,
Maleditus Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Tom Boy,
Colin Newman,
Lungfish,
Underground Resistance,
New Order,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultra Naté,
Faraquet,
Bad Manners,
The Motions,
Mantronix,
Urselle,
Joy Division,
Cymande,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donny Hathaway,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Vogues,
Jandek,
The Blackbyrds,
Sandy B,
Idris Muhammad,
In Retrospect,
Monolake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Saccharine Trust,
Panda Bear,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.