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 Turkey and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Matthew Bourne to the crunk 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Outsiders,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tim Buckley,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arab on Radar,
Peter & Gordon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
48th St. Collective,
The Grass Roots,
Quantec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Fraelich,
Lucky Dragons,
Stereo Dub,
June Days,
Whodini,
Jeff Lynne,
Von Mondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Arcadia,
Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Juan Atkins,
Camouflage,
Ultra Naté,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacob Miller,
Agitation Free,
Eli Mardock,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Mills,
Amazonics,
Yaz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Y Pants,
Skaos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Surgeon,
Nik Kershaw,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slick Rick,
Second Layer,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Make Up,
Simply Red,
Sun City Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Vogues,
Khruangbin,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.