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 Mali and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Pierre Henry to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mr. Review,
John Foxx,
B.T. Express,
Schoolly D,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultimate Spinach,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Copeland,
Vainqueur,
Make Up,
Radiohead,
Todd Rundgren,
Saccharine Trust,
John Holt,
Shoche,
Sight & Sound,
Audionom,
Crispian St. Peters,
Trumans Water,
The Last Poets,
L. Decosne,
Sam Rivers,
Spoonie Gee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minnie Riperton,
Rites of Spring,
Eurythmics,
Steve Hackett,
Stetsasonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harmonia,
Bauhaus,
Janne Schatter,
Motorama,
Negative Approach,
Chrome,
Kayak,
AZ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Residents,
the Association,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick May,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fear,
Black Moon,
Von Mondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gories,
Severed Heads,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Green,
Subhumans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bronski Beat,
China Crisis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Henry Cow,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.