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 Turkmenistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
The Fortunes,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Clarke,
X-101,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Foxx,
Dead Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra,
Jacob Miller,
Shuggie Otis,
Severed Heads,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cluster,
Amon Düül II,
Arab on Radar,
Ponytail,
Ronan,
The Evens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television,
Stiv Bators,
Sound Behaviour,
Pet Shop Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faraquet,
the Germs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young,
Oneida,
Animal Collective,
Wire,
Laurel Aitken,
Cameo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Youth Brigade,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scan 7,
Spoonie Gee,
Joensuu 1685,
New York Dolls,
Leonard Cohen,
Harmonia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pulsallama,
OOIOO,
The Move,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Terry,
Sun City Girls,
Monolake,
Soft Machine,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.