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 Algeria and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Jacob Miller to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Ten City,
The Standells,
Scratch Acid,
The Monochrome Set,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stetsasonic,
June Days,
Joe Smooth,
Das Ding,
Duran Duran,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blake Baxter,
Mantronix,
Susan Cadogan,
Dawn Penn,
Lakeside,
Outsiders,
Pantytec,
June of 44,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doors,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young,
Eddi Front,
The Cramps,
D'Angelo,
Los Fastidios,
R.M.O.,
Spoonie Gee,
Erasure,
Peter & Gordon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Massinfluence,
The Birthday Party,
Sällskapet,
In Retrospect,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Count Five,
Prince Buster,
Scion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ohio Players,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Popol Vuh,
Jawbox,
The Smiths,
Roger Hodgson,
the Slits,
The Busters,
kango's stein massive,
Stiv Bators,
Arthur Verocai,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.