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 Kosovo and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Selecter,
Second Layer,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
H. Thieme,
Monolake,
DJ Style,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Bush Tetras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sound,
PIL,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Clear Light,
The Raincoats,
Bob Dylan,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Terry,
Sight & Sound,
B.T. Express,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-Ray Spex,
Ornette Coleman,
Vainqueur,
Rosa Yemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Excepter,
Absolute Body Control,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fad Gadget,
Oneida,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young,
The Misunderstood,
Fatback Band,
Tim Buckley,
Roxette,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Sonics,
One Last Wish,
The Leaves,
Sällskapet,
Cal Tjader,
Minnie Riperton,
Panda Bear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Remains,
Pierre Henry,
JFA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quadrant,
Symarip,
the Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.