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 Iceland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 The Gladiators to the disco 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Bad Manners,
Section 25,
Rotary Connection,
The Wake,
Ken Boothe,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suicide,
Mary Jane Girls,
Schoolly D,
Roxette,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Index,
The United States of America,
Alphaville,
Sällskapet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swell Maps,
Rapeman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flipper,
8 Eyed Spy,
FM Einheit,
the Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
The Black Dice,
Magma,
One Last Wish,
Funky Four + One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Half Japanese,
Monolake,
Darondo,
Letta Mbulu,
the Normal,
Pere Ubu,
Eve St. Jones,
Organ,
The Zeros,
The Cramps,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mr. Review,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nas,
ABC,
Quantec,
Terry Callier,
Easy Going,
Connie Case,
John Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Smog,
Alison Limerick,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter & Gordon,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.