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 Dominican Republic and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Model 500 to the dance 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Pretty Things,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacob Miller,
Yusef Lateef,
Agitation Free,
Country Teasers,
Sonic Youth,
The Fall,
The Leaves,
The Count Five,
Toni Rubio,
Moebius,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Los Fastidios,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
These Immortal Souls,
Brick,
David Axelrod,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Surgeon,
Fela Kuti,
Janne Schatter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jandek,
Black Pus,
The Techniques,
Intrusion,
Lyres,
Anakelly,
The Slits,
The Stooges,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visage,
Slick Rick,
Joey Negro,
The Golliwogs,
48th St. Collective,
Harry Pussy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris Corsano,
A Certain Ratio,
Boz Scaggs,
Scrapy,
the Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
The Barracudas,
Rapeman,
Minor Threat,
MDC,
Althea and Donna,
The Moody Blues,
The Knickerbockers,
X-101,
Newcleus,
The Divine Comedy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fugazi,
Groovy Waters,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.