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 Korea South and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oneida to the electroclash 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Graham Central Station,
Sonic Youth,
The Offenders,
Gong,
The Skatalites,
The American Breed,
China Crisis,
Make Up,
Bob Dylan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zero Boys,
Visage,
MDC,
The United States of America,
Heaven 17,
The Names,
Intrusion,
The Trojans,
Peter & Gordon,
a-ha,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispy Ambulance,
48th St. Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Prince Buster,
Brick,
Fad Gadget,
Hardrive,
The Invisible,
Harry Pussy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cymande,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Groovy Waters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Enemy,
John Foxx,
Lindisfarne,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Teasers,
Barbara Tucker,
Sandy B,
Main Source,
Kerrie Biddell,
L. Decosne,
Lungfish,
Scan 7,
Rekid,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maleditus Sound,
The Buckinghams,
FM Einheit,
Alphaville,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.