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 Bhutan and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 New York Dolls to the disco 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deakin,
Todd Terry,
The Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sparks,
The Skatalites,
The Alarm Clocks,
Adolescents,
Dave Gahan,
Ossler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cameo,
Eric Copeland,
the Normal,
Roxy Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Juan Atkins,
Hoover,
R.M.O.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
a-ha,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Infiniti,
Loose Ends,
Mr. Review,
Lalo Schifrin,
Isaac Hayes,
Index,
Lalann,
The Pretty Things,
Warsaw,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Bourne,
Pere Ubu,
Bluetip,
The Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dual Sessions,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Clarke,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Pagans,
Carl Craig,
Moss Icon,
Black Sheep,
Eli Mardock,
The Grass Roots,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.