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 Ghana and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Sister Nancy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Bauhaus,
the Normal,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy Collins,
MC5,
Q65,
Connie Case,
New Age Steppers,
Jawbox,
Peter & Gordon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Moon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Spoonie Gee,
Supertramp,
The Techniques,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Bush Tetras,
Howard Jones,
the Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
Michelle Simonal,
The Victims,
The Zeros,
Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Janne Schatter,
Sarah Menescal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television,
Panda Bear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ten City,
Duran Duran,
Oblivians,
Johnny Clarke,
New Order,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker,
Sixth Finger,
Fad Gadget,
The Remains,
Franke,
Marvin Gaye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Last Poets,
The Young Rascals,
Marmalade,
Motorama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.