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 Mauritania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Bourne,
Pulsallama,
The Mojo Men,
the Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yellowson,
Skaos,
The Dead C,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zero Boys,
Subhumans,
Zapp,
Derrick May,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Residents,
Marcia Griffiths,
Clear Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Patti Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Basic Channel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Fad Gadget,
Brand Nubian,
The Blackbyrds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Duran Duran,
Sex Pistols,
Erykah Badu,
Stiv Bators,
Deadbeat,
Morten Harket,
the Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Style,
The American Breed,
the Association,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Livin' Joy,
AZ,
Vladislav Delay,
The Durutti Column,
Echospace,
Lyres,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tom Boy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fall,
Neil Young,
Das Ding,
H. Thieme,
Television,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.