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 Botswana and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 The Zeros to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Dead Boys,
Howard Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yellowson,
Sex Pistols,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Second Layer,
The Toasters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fuzztones,
Neu!,
Ituana,
The Knickerbockers,
Angry Samoans,
Cecil Taylor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Sheep,
Pulsallama,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quantec,
Eric Copeland,
New York Dolls,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Osbourne,
CMW,
One Last Wish,
Nik Kershaw,
the Slits,
Procol Harum,
The Alarm Clocks,
Al Stewart,
The Dead C,
10cc,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Subhumans,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pretty Things,
Scratch Acid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Normal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
David Bowie,
Alphaville,
Lindisfarne,
Parry Music,
Oblivians,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warsaw,
Wire,
Country Teasers,
Derrick Morgan,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.