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 Belarus and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arab on Radar to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Happenings,
Television Personalities,
UT,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nils Olav,
Nick Fraelich,
Scion,
Dual Sessions,
Pet Shop Boys,
a-ha,
Ituana,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Christie,
Marmalade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalann,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slick Rick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Style,
Camouflage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nico,
The Invisible,
Gabor Szabo,
Sister Nancy,
The Residents,
The Angels of Light,
Royal Trux,
Black Moon,
Negative Approach,
The Fall,
Radio Birdman,
The Grass Roots,
Sugar Minott,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronan,
Agitation Free,
Eve St. Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Sound Behaviour,
Organ,
The Dirtbombs,
Dave Gahan,
Guru Guru,
The Offenders,
Smog,
Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
Accadde A,
Piero Umiliani,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oblivians,
X-101,
Janne Schatter,
Half Japanese,
Crime,
Chris & Cosey,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.