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 San Marino and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Niagra,
Dual Sessions,
Cluster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aloha Tigers,
Warren Ellis,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Count Five,
Josef K,
The Cramps,
Minnie Riperton,
China Crisis,
Youth Brigade,
The Smiths,
The Victims,
The Doors,
Chris Corsano,
David Axelrod,
Pole,
Cameo,
Maleditus Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Wells,
Second Layer,
Vainqueur,
Guru Guru,
Carl Craig,
Rapeman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Womack,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Rundgren,
Suburban Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Görl,
Urselle,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang of Four,
James White and The Blacks,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Terry,
Audionom,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magma,
H. Thieme,
The Smoke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Move,
Outsiders,
Dave Gahan,
Oneida,
The Blackbyrds,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.