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 Czech Republic and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Alison Limerick,
Grey Daturas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dead C,
The Walker Brothers,
The Names,
Flash Fearless,
Sun City Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Cybotron,
Neu!,
Lou Christie,
Reagan Youth,
Eddi Front,
the Association,
Vainqueur,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül,
Visage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
U.S. Maple,
Rod Modell,
The Black Dice,
Icehouse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Basic Channel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Near,
Minutemen,
Q and Not U,
Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Mandrill,
Black Flag,
Albert Ayler,
the Soft Cell,
Skaos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Main Source,
Colin Newman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxette,
Kurtis Blow,
Flipper,
a-ha,
The Smoke,
The Associates,
The Moody Blues,
Q65,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bush Tetras,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.