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 Serbia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Gang Starr to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Symarip,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gap Band,
Arcadia,
Rekid,
Oblivians,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker,
Alphaville,
Howard Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Can,
Cybotron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stiv Bators,
Yaz,
Ultravox,
Public Enemy,
Junior Murvin,
Pussy Galore,
Average White Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pylon,
Thompson Twins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erasure,
Flash Fearless,
Brick,
Jerry's Kids,
Altered Images,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonic Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Second Layer,
The Walker Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faraquet,
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Parry Music,
B.T. Express,
Girls At Our Best!,
Buzzcocks,
Television,
The Fire Engines,
X-101,
The Standells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Judy Mowatt,
The Red Krayola,
Al Stewart,
T. Rex,
MDC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radio Birdman,
Loose Ends,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.