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 Egypt and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Mo-Dettes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Barry Ungar,
The Star Department,
Harry Pussy,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Christie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sound Behaviour,
Tears for Fears,
The Five Americans,
Scion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Procol Harum,
The Cure,
Reuben Wilson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Lynne,
Idris Muhammad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Sandy B,
Cheater Slicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Audionom,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fall,
Derrick Morgan,
Unwound,
The Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Hardrive,
Essential Logic,
Black Bananas,
the Bar-Kays,
The Black Dice,
Neu!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magma,
Fela Kuti,
Absolute Body Control,
Al Stewart,
Mad Mike,
Danielle Patucci,
Intrusion,
Average White Band,
David Bowie,
Gong,
Pierre Henry,
MDC,
Grauzone,
Flamin' Groovies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tubeway Army,
Darondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.