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 Netherlands and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Throbbing Gristle to the electroclash 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fugs,
Sonic Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smiths,
Newcleus,
Pierre Henry,
Nico,
Groovy Waters,
June of 44,
The Vogues,
Barrington Levy,
The Blues Magoos,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Christie,
the Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Bar-Kays,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Freddie Wadling,
Lyres,
Malaria!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Tim Buckley,
Rites of Spring,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Axelrod,
World's Most,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sparks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-102,
Aural Exciters,
Magazine,
Iggy Pop,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doobie Brothers,
Japan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cymande,
Rekid,
Quantec,
Parry Music,
Agitation Free,
Brass Construction,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Green,
The Red Krayola,
K-Klass,
Negative Approach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wolf Eyes,
Steve Hackett,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.