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 Denmark and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Erasure to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Technova,
EPMD,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Qualms,
Rotary Connection,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doobie Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Ken Boothe,
Fat Boys,
Cybotron,
Chrome,
Bang On A Can,
Pere Ubu,
Piero Umiliani,
Joey Negro,
John Holt,
E-Dancer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pop Group,
Nils Olav,
Black Bananas,
Blancmange,
Gichy Dan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Toni Rubio,
Ultra Naté,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slick Rick,
Black Pus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pierre Henry,
Skriet,
Theoretical Girls,
Panda Bear,
Thompson Twins,
Aswad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Associates,
Lucky Dragons,
Pagans,
10cc,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Flipper,
Hoover,
This Heat,
Sam Rivers,
The Gladiators,
Charles Mingus,
Unwound,
Q and Not U,
Moby Grape,
Sandy B,
John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.