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 Morocco and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
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 synthesizer 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 Aural Exciters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Bad Manners,
Shuggie Otis,
Surgeon,
Todd Terry,
The Barracudas,
Lou Christie,
John Foxx,
Tomorrow,
the Swans,
The Leaves,
Warsaw,
Mandrill,
Aural Exciters,
Faust,
Magma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacob Miller,
Alphaville,
The Happenings,
Terry Callier,
Sex Pistols,
Pole,
Spoonie Gee,
Neu!,
Mo-Dettes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arthur Verocai,
Flamin' Groovies,
Josef K,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris & Cosey,
Young Marble Giants,
Pussy Galore,
the Normal,
Brick,
Spandau Ballet,
The Human League,
Heaven 17,
Grey Daturas,
Aloha Tigers,
MC5,
Deepchord,
The Last Poets,
Q65,
FM Einheit,
China Crisis,
the Association,
Agitation Free,
Lalann,
Tommy Roe,
Darondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cluster,
Circle Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Rekid,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.