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 Niger and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Albert Ayler to the techno 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Qualms,
Gang of Four,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gun Club,
Faust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Q65,
Mission of Burma,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultravox,
ABBA,
The Modern Lovers,
Sex Pistols,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thompson Twins,
PIL,
Saccharine Trust,
The Wake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Howard Jones,
Black Pus,
The Fuzztones,
Deakin,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
R.M.O.,
Shoche,
Jacob Miller,
Oneida,
Deadbeat,
Crooked Eye,
Barry Ungar,
The Birthday Party,
Black Moon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Victims,
Radio Birdman,
The Walker Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delta 5,
Sandy B,
The Golliwogs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Fraelich,
kango's stein massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
E-Dancer,
Minnie Riperton,
Can,
Scientists,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.