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 Liberia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the electroclash 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Tommy Roe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Christie,
Traffic Nightmare,
Babytalk,
The Toasters,
Black Pus,
The Raincoats,
Los Fastidios,
Animal Collective,
Pussy Galore,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swell Maps,
The Doobie Brothers,
The United States of America,
Joey Negro,
The Modern Lovers,
Sarah Menescal,
the Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erasure,
Lyres,
Radiopuhelimet,
L. Decosne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
F. McDonald,
R.M.O.,
Godley & Creme,
Sam Rivers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pop Group,
One Last Wish,
Ornette Coleman,
Sällskapet,
Roxy Music,
Roxette,
The Residents,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlback,
This Heat,
Youth Brigade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Victims,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dual Sessions,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Copeland,
The Music Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Dave Gahan,
Michelle Simonal,
Simply Red,
Little Man,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.