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 Mali and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Barry Ungar to the techno 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Janne Schatter,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ohio Players,
The Offenders,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
ABBA,
FM Einheit,
John Foxx,
Sound Behaviour,
Maurizio,
Shoche,
Scratch Acid,
Anakelly,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terry Callier,
Unrelated Segments,
The Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vladislav Delay,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare,
Rod Modell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Selecter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lakeside,
The Moody Blues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Lou Christie,
Nils Olav,
Supertramp,
The Angels of Light,
L. Decosne,
Yaz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aswad,
The Gun Club,
Faust,
Neil Young,
Joe Smooth,
Technova,
Smog,
The Fugs,
Siglo XX,
Little Man,
Hot Snakes,
Monolake,
Robert Hood,
Pantaleimon,
Theoretical Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Donald Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.