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 Guyana and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Alphaville to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Kas Product,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brand Nubian,
The Happenings,
Nik Kershaw,
Leonard Cohen,
Parry Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Michelle Simonal,
Arthur Verocai,
Faraquet,
The Residents,
Basic Channel,
Laurel Aitken,
Q and Not U,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Martian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Sixth Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Durutti Column,
Trumans Water,
the Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Tres Demented,
Spandau Ballet,
Janne Schatter,
Interpol,
The Young Rascals,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Misunderstood,
The Trojans,
Cymande,
OOIOO,
Essential Logic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hoover,
The Raincoats,
Skriet,
Skarface,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moody Blues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
B.T. Express,
Robert Hood,
Aaron Thompson,
Kaleidoscope,
Hasil Adkins,
Japan,
Agent Orange,
Sonic Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Görl,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.