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 Mauritania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rock 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Popol Vuh,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
The Human League,
Delta 5,
Rites of Spring,
Von Mondo,
Scion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Invisible,
Surgeon,
Suicide,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Niagra,
Maleditus Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Babytalk,
Reuben Wilson,
Nik Kershaw,
OOIOO,
Yellowson,
The Searchers,
Deadbeat,
the Swans,
Wings,
Echospace,
Simply Red,
The Modern Lovers,
Wire,
Minnie Riperton,
The Velvet Underground,
The Litter,
Jerry's Kids,
One Last Wish,
Y Pants,
Newcleus,
Godley & Creme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra,
The Red Krayola,
Con Funk Shun,
Harmonia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Das Ding,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Christie,
Massinfluence,
Sam Rivers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flipper,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cluster,
John Lydon,
Graham Central Station,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.