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 New Zealand and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Association to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lindisfarne,
Von Mondo,
Ossler,
Robert Hood,
Lower 48,
Bootsy Collins,
World's Most,
Faraquet,
China Crisis,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Star Department,
Pole,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blossom Toes,
Section 25,
The Kinks,
The Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Main Source,
Lucky Dragons,
Pagans,
Funkadelic,
Audionom,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pierre Henry,
Prince Buster,
Mad Mike,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jandek,
Roxette,
Robert Wyatt,
Make Up,
Grey Daturas,
Aural Exciters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Subhumans,
Radiohead,
Hashim,
Unrelated Segments,
Malaria!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faust,
Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Evens,
the Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
The Fortunes,
Kayak,
Iggy Pop,
Cluster,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moleskins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed,
Theoretical Girls,
Erasure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.