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 Gambia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pantytec to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Sight & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mark Hollis,
Hoover,
Slick Rick,
Metal Thangz,
The Moleskins,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Names,
The Mummies,
Skriet,
The Slackers,
Pagans,
Jeff Lynne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hardrive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Walker Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Los Fastidios,
Shoche,
The Buckinghams,
Jacques Brel,
Warren Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eurythmics,
Schoolly D,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Quantec,
Bobby Sherman,
Cybotron,
Scratch Acid,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kurtis Blow,
Connie Case,
Matthew Halsall,
Josef K,
Scan 7,
Severed Heads,
8 Eyed Spy,
Easy Going,
the Germs,
Robert Görl,
Pet Shop Boys,
a-ha,
Japan,
Judy Mowatt,
Ornette Coleman,
Scrapy,
Darondo,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Green,
the Normal,
Toni Rubio,
The Dirtbombs,
Tim Buckley,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.