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 Belgium and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Archie Shepp to the disco 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Faust,
Pere Ubu,
The Gladiators,
Public Enemy,
Tim Buckley,
The United States of America,
Cameo,
Symarip,
Max Romeo,
Vainqueur,
World's Most,
The Kinks,
The Searchers,
Rosa Yemen,
Blake Baxter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Almond,
Bluetip,
the Association,
Niagra,
Excepter,
DJ Style,
Spandau Ballet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ken Boothe,
Morten Harket,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angry Samoans,
H. Thieme,
Echospace,
Altered Images,
Das Ding,
The Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Smog,
Hashim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Second Layer,
Roxette,
Chrome,
Moss Icon,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül II,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Basic Channel,
Rufus Thomas,
Yazoo,
Surgeon,
Half Japanese,
the Germs,
The Pretty Things,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Wake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra,
The Fortunes,
Eurythmics,
Carl Craig,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.