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 Argentina and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Derrick May to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hoover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Make Up,
Marc Almond,
Trumans Water,
Jacques Brel,
the Human League,
Dave Gahan,
Von Mondo,
Smog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alison Limerick,
Ronnie Foster,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Copeland,
Carl Craig,
Infiniti,
Theoretical Girls,
ABC,
Robert Görl,
Ituana,
Pantaleimon,
Cluster,
Pulsallama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Terry,
Ossler,
Eric Dolphy,
Byron Stingily,
Tom Boy,
Parry Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Outsiders,
Spoonie Gee,
Alphaville,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Flag,
Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dirtbombs,
MDC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Red Krayola,
Tommy Roe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glenn Branca,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker,
Letta Mbulu,
The Martian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The Vogues,
John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
The Last Poets,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.