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 Eritrea and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Black Pus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Circle Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Max Romeo,
Alphaville,
the Human League,
Chrome,
Warren Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry's Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pole,
Accadde A,
Faraquet,
Schoolly D,
10cc,
Magma,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Star Department,
Roxette,
Rotary Connection,
Boz Scaggs,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers,
The Walker Brothers,
Cymande,
Organ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dave Gahan,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Starr,
Skarface,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantytec,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang of Four,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Wyatt,
The Five Americans,
Jawbox,
June of 44,
Fugazi,
DJ Style,
Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lungfish,
Aaron Thompson,
Flipper,
Bang On A Can,
Gichy Dan,
Black Pus,
Scratch Acid,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Kinks,
Newcleus,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.