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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sandy B to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oneida,
The Count Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MC5,
Sonic Youth,
Josef K,
Dead Boys,
Glenn Branca,
The Black Dice,
Arcadia,
The Associates,
Kaleidoscope,
Subhumans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Stooges,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lyres,
Leonard Cohen,
David Axelrod,
Warren Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter & Gordon,
The Offenders,
The Mummies,
Skarface,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cure,
CMW,
Mo-Dettes,
Newcleus,
Alice Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
The Modern Lovers,
The Five Americans,
Cheater Slicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers,
Smog,
Tubeway Army,
Unwound,
Matthew Bourne,
Kenny Larkin,
Stereo Dub,
The Fortunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Misunderstood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deepchord,
Derrick Morgan,
David Bowie,
Harmonia,
Guru Guru,
June Days,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Index,
The Pretty Things,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.