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 Togo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rhythm & Sound to the techno 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Smoke,
the Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
The Fuzztones,
John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Monolake,
Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Swell Maps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Motions,
Nils Olav,
Essential Logic,
Crispian St. Peters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tropical Tobacco,
10cc,
cv313,
Mad Mike,
Moebius,
Oneida,
Livin' Joy,
Brothers Johnson,
Minor Threat,
KRS-One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lyres,
Anthony Braxton,
Ossler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
The Tremeloes,
Eurythmics,
Schoolly D,
The Velvet Underground,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nas,
Boz Scaggs,
Pylon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maurizio,
Underground Resistance,
The Searchers,
New Order,
Deepchord,
Ultravox,
Qualms,
Lucky Dragons,
Barry Ungar,
Minnie Riperton,
Grey Daturas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Symarip,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.