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 Portugal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 Can 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Surgeon,
Joensuu 1685,
Harry Pussy,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Green,
DNA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Index,
The Star Department,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang On A Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
K-Klass,
The Searchers,
Arcadia,
Glenn Branca,
Minor Threat,
Stiv Bators,
Erykah Badu,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Amazonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Offenders,
Sex Pistols,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hoover,
Sonic Youth,
Terry Callier,
The Angels of Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Trumans Water,
New York Dolls,
Zapp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faraquet,
Roxette,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
D'Angelo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Fugazi,
Barrington Levy,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Standells,
The Beau Brummels,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Wells,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nils Olav,
Gang of Four,
David Bowie,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.