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 Austria and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Bauhaus to the dance 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Duran Duran,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Urselle,
The Golliwogs,
EPMD,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Animal Collective,
The Zeros,
Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Clear Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
The Blues Magoos,
Shuggie Otis,
John Foxx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flipper,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mr. Review,
Popol Vuh,
Arcadia,
Brass Construction,
Amazonics,
Joe Finger,
Junior Murvin,
One Last Wish,
The Barracudas,
Minnie Riperton,
Lungfish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Blake Baxter,
MDC,
Connie Case,
Ponytail,
Bad Manners,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantaleimon,
Masters at Work,
Swell Maps,
Ice-T,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Half Japanese,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Whodini,
Model 500,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Order,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.