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 Uganda and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the disco 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Suburban Knight,
Quantec,
Moebius,
H. Thieme,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young,
Nas,
Bronski Beat,
Japan,
Camberwell Now,
Second Layer,
Index,
Glenn Branca,
Gastr Del Sol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scientists,
Junior Murvin,
Magazine,
a-ha,
Marine Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bluetip,
Crooked Eye,
EPMD,
The Monks,
Au Pairs,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed,
Marvin Gaye,
Skarface,
The Modern Lovers,
Mantronix,
Cheater Slicks,
New Age Steppers,
The Offenders,
Altered Images,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harmonia,
Robert Hood,
Arcadia,
Morten Harket,
Chris Corsano,
Fluxion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Toni Rubio,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Hill,
Porter Ricks,
Ultravox,
Amazonics,
Soft Machine,
The Skatalites,
Throbbing Gristle,
Al Stewart,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monolake,
Slick Rick,
Wire,
Franke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.