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 Turkey and from New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bizarre Inc. to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pussy Galore,
Tommy Roe,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sex Pistols,
Yellowson,
The Five Americans,
Talk Talk,
Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Order,
The Beau Brummels,
the Human League,
Minny Pops,
Agitation Free,
Piero Umiliani,
Royal Trux,
Procol Harum,
Lower 48,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Offenders,
Amazonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Darondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rites of Spring,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
One Last Wish,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Dolphy,
Sam Rivers,
Judy Mowatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grauzone,
Laurel Aitken,
The Zeros,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fuzztones,
The Monks,
Prince Buster,
Grey Daturas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Soft Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tubeway Army,
Susan Cadogan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Scrapy,
Hardrive,
Bobby Sherman,
Anthony Braxton,
UT,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.