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 Romania and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Camouflage to the dance 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Eli Mardock,
David Axelrod,
The Walker Brothers,
Cluster,
Cheater Slicks,
Wolf Eyes,
Lindisfarne,
Magma,
Tears for Fears,
Harry Pussy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fugazi,
The J.B.'s,
the Human League,
Lower 48,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reagan Youth,
Ten City,
Metal Thangz,
Aural Exciters,
Kenny Larkin,
Outsiders,
Desert Stars,
Nils Olav,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Das Ding,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronnie Foster,
Althea and Donna,
10cc,
The Invisible,
Bad Manners,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fuzztones,
Popol Vuh,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skriet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Khruangbin,
Fat Boys,
Black Bananas,
Roger Hodgson,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Colin Newman,
The Fortunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Laurel Aitken,
The Happenings,
Black Flag,
Sixth Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.