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 Micronesia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Kool Moe Dee to the crunk 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry's Kids,
Youth Brigade,
Deadbeat,
The Saints,
Pylon,
The Blues Magoos,
The Golliwogs,
Darondo,
Kenny Larkin,
Siglo XX,
Glambeats Corp.,
Los Fastidios,
Lalann,
UT,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronan,
Rapeman,
Black Flag,
Susan Cadogan,
Judy Mowatt,
CMW,
The Grass Roots,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sam Rivers,
Young Marble Giants,
JFA,
Joe Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Groovy Waters,
The Kinks,
Alphaville,
The New Christs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Basic Channel,
Cameo,
Q and Not U,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mr. Review,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Bananas,
Porter Ricks,
Colin Newman,
The Slackers,
Morten Harket,
Nik Kershaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Duran Duran,
Minny Pops,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blackbyrds,
Marine Girls,
The Zeros,
Absolute Body Control,
Rites of Spring,
Alice Coltrane,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.