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 Philippines and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 Angry Samoans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Slick Rick,
Rod Modell,
Arab on Radar,
Terry Callier,
Roxette,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magma,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monochrome Set,
Saccharine Trust,
Ohio Players,
Camouflage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vladislav Delay,
Franke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sandy B,
Tom Boy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Swans,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Au Pairs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Divine Comedy,
Graham Central Station,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Vogues,
Siglo XX,
OOIOO,
Arcadia,
Aaron Thompson,
These Immortal Souls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thee Headcoats,
Sugar Minott,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Supertramp,
Morten Harket,
L. Decosne,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Finger,
Kayak,
The Real Kids,
Darondo,
Monks,
Rotary Connection,
Agent Orange,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Machine,
Bill Near,
Cluster,
Crime,
Q65,
The Smoke,
In Retrospect,
The Barracudas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.