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 Dominica and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Rhythm & Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Faraquet,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Babytalk,
The Beau Brummels,
Trumans Water,
Jacob Miller,
Sparks,
Deepchord,
The United States of America,
Rod Modell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gong,
Throbbing Gristle,
T. Rex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Model 500,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Al Stewart,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ossler,
Barbara Tucker,
The Birthday Party,
Parry Music,
F. McDonald,
The Count Five,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rites of Spring,
Fear,
Newcleus,
Kas Product,
Joy Division,
Quando Quango,
Thompson Twins,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Standells,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxy Music,
The Fugs,
the Normal,
Unwound,
Minnie Riperton,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Mills,
Arab on Radar,
Wire,
David Bowie,
Grauzone,
The Golliwogs,
Guru Guru,
Excepter,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.