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 Vietnam and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Modern Lovers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Black Dice,
Todd Rundgren,
Carl Craig,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Teasers,
KRS-One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Whodini,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smoke,
The Fugs,
The Selecter,
Kayak,
The Beau Brummels,
Bush Tetras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scrapy,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül II,
Audionom,
Swans,
the Swans,
Harmonia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Altered Images,
Infiniti,
a-ha,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mars,
Make Up,
Tom Boy,
Banda Bassotti,
Funkadelic,
Minnie Riperton,
Junior Murvin,
The Cure,
Amon Düül,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Index,
The Fuzztones,
Easy Going,
Mark Hollis,
Crash Course in Science,
John Cale,
X-102,
Au Pairs,
Dave Gahan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.