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 Ghana and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fad Gadget to the punk 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doors,
Johnny Clarke,
the Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Jacques Brel,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q65,
David Axelrod,
The United States of America,
Black Bananas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gichy Dan,
Rekid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smiths,
Average White Band,
Rites of Spring,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glenn Branca,
Slave,
Shoche,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül,
The Move,
Eric Copeland,
the Germs,
Motorama,
Fat Boys,
Metal Thangz,
This Heat,
The Fugs,
The Skatalites,
Intrusion,
Gang Starr,
Warsaw,
The Black Dice,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
cv313,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minny Pops,
The Evens,
Nirvana,
Gastr Del Sol,
Make Up,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
These Immortal Souls,
Thee Headcoats,
Supertramp,
10cc,
Camberwell Now,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.