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 Korea South and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 EPMD to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smoke,
The Black Dice,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Flipper,
Fugazi,
Albert Ayler,
L. Decosne,
Glambeats Corp.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
CMW,
Surgeon,
Joy Division,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sex Pistols,
The Smiths,
Whodini,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonic Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young,
Moss Icon,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Wells,
Sound Behaviour,
Ituana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Glenn Branca,
Drexciya,
Sexual Harrassment,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlback,
China Crisis,
Letta Mbulu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bronski Beat,
John Coltrane,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
AZ,
Silicon Teens,
Harmonia,
Kenny Larkin,
Unwound,
Graham Central Station,
Infiniti,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Clarke,
The Happenings,
Terry Callier,
Alphaville,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Byrd,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.