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 Somalia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Royal Trux to the disco 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
10cc,
Delta 5,
Graham Central Station,
Stereo Dub,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Pus,
The Smoke,
B.T. Express,
Mad Mike,
K-Klass,
Flipper,
Surgeon,
The Gun Club,
Sex Pistols,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ten City,
Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
DNA,
The Fuzztones,
Quantec,
Faust,
Matthew Bourne,
Schoolly D,
Banda Bassotti,
the Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Darondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barry Ungar,
Excepter,
Franke,
Ossler,
Arab on Radar,
Nas,
Harry Pussy,
Slave,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers,
Radio Birdman,
The Motions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visage,
The Red Krayola,
The Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kas Product,
Bobby Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.