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 Cyprus and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Terrestrial Tones to the electroclash 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Desert Stars,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Mills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hot Snakes,
Stereo Dub,
KRS-One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Steve Hackett,
Camberwell Now,
The Black Dice,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Victims,
John Holt,
Avey Tare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sällskapet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fatback Band,
10cc,
Roy Ayers,
EPMD,
Kurtis Blow,
Average White Band,
Dead Boys,
Monolake,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Wells,
Supertramp,
Con Funk Shun,
Flash Fearless,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Offenders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terry Callier,
June Days,
Ultra Naté,
Nils Olav,
Faust,
Cal Tjader,
Cameo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bob Dylan,
Mark Hollis,
China Crisis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Little Man,
Crime,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camouflage,
Tom Boy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.