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 Guatemala and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Can to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can 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?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Ten City,
the Normal,
Leonard Cohen,
Mo-Dettes,
Barrington Levy,
Anakelly,
The Fire Engines,
Nas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grauzone,
Deepchord,
Alison Limerick,
Motorama,
Flash Fearless,
Crime,
Procol Harum,
Dead Boys,
The New Christs,
Iggy Pop,
Wings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Section 25,
Delta 5,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Sherman,
Mantronix,
ABBA,
Echospace,
Yazoo,
Jerry's Kids,
The American Breed,
Warsaw,
New York Dolls,
The Vogues,
Quando Quango,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bad Manners,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Grass Roots,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Certain Ratio,
John Foxx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter & Gordon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Althea and Donna,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Susan Cadogan,
Rod Modell,
The Moleskins,
Liliput,
The Saints,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.