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 Turkey 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
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 mellotron 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the dance 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The Mummies,
ABC,
Masters at Work,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funky Four + One,
Public Enemy,
Easy Going,
Sällskapet,
FM Einheit,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visage,
Gang Green,
Flash Fearless,
Qualms,
Negative Approach,
One Last Wish,
Lucky Dragons,
Rekid,
Cal Tjader,
Jacques Brel,
The Count Five,
Marine Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Slits,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kevin Saunderson,
Khruangbin,
The Stooges,
Aural Exciters,
The Fall,
Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Jacob Miller,
Inner City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Divine Comedy,
Albert Ayler,
Talk Talk,
The Vogues,
La Düsseldorf,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Nico,
Alton Ellis,
The Slackers,
Rosa Yemen,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Fugazi,
Section 25,
the Normal,
Sam Rivers,
Cameo,
The Barracudas,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.