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 China and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Arthur Verocai to the grime 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alice Coltrane,
AZ,
New Order,
Loose Ends,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Colin Newman,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Young Rascals,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eden Ahbez,
The Standells,
Schoolly D,
Barclay James Harvest,
Byron Stingily,
Blancmange,
The Mojo Men,
Marmalade,
Radio Birdman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dark Day,
Clear Light,
Stereo Dub,
The Vogues,
Rekid,
Mad Mike,
The Modern Lovers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moss Icon,
Banda Bassotti,
Malaria!,
Harmonia,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wolf Eyes,
One Last Wish,
Grey Daturas,
The Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
The Victims,
Neu!,
Infiniti,
Camouflage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television,
ABC,
Symarip,
Crash Course in Science,
Organ,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.