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 Azerbaijan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Q65 to the rock 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blancmange,
Alphaville,
Surgeon,
Television Personalities,
Boz Scaggs,
Minutemen,
Lindisfarne,
The Wake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bluetip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
OOIOO,
Malaria!,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gories,
Aloha Tigers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker,
T. Rex,
The Slits,
The Toasters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Victims,
Pantytec,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiohead,
Interpol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Technova,
Slick Rick,
Black Sheep,
Pharoah Sanders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spandau Ballet,
Mantronix,
Tres Demented,
LL Cool J,
Funky Four + One,
Section 25,
the Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris Corsano,
FM Einheit,
David McCallum,
Crispian St. Peters,
L. Decosne,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Saints,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Teasers,
John Cale,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.