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 Swaziland and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 T.S.O.L. to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Adolescents,
The Birthday Party,
Unrelated Segments,
China Crisis,
Sugar Minott,
The Searchers,
The Raincoats,
Supertramp,
Mo-Dettes,
Brand Nubian,
Dave Gahan,
Lightning Bolt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jawbox,
Mission of Burma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skriet,
Bill Wells,
The Move,
Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ten City,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mummies,
The Vogues,
The Velvet Underground,
The Walker Brothers,
Boredoms,
The Litter,
Duran Duran,
Gang Green,
The Invisible,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Motorama,
Don Cherry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Yazoo,
The Standells,
Fatback Band,
Tommy Roe,
Stiv Bators,
Fat Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
The Modern Lovers,
Danielle Patucci,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rufus Thomas,
H. Thieme,
Bad Manners,
Crash Course in Science,
Bauhaus,
Thompson Twins,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.