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 Monaco and from Stockholm.
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 Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Infiniti to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy Collins,
Darondo,
Sonic Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Alphaville,
Gong,
the Swans,
PIL,
Neu!,
F. McDonald,
The Pop Group,
Model 500,
Barbara Tucker,
LL Cool J,
Aural Exciters,
Ornette Coleman,
The Buckinghams,
A Certain Ratio,
Howard Jones,
DJ Style,
the Association,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sixth Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Brand Nubian,
The Moody Blues,
Roger Hodgson,
Nico,
Arcadia,
China Crisis,
Bronski Beat,
Hardrive,
Rekid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Juan Atkins,
Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fire Engines,
Deakin,
Amon Düül,
Supertramp,
The United States of America,
The Motions,
The Birthday Party,
Byron Stingily,
Camouflage,
48th St. Collective,
New Age Steppers,
Technova,
The Grass Roots,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cybotron,
Moss Icon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Goldenarms,
Trumans Water,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.