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 Finland and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Idris Muhammad to the electroclash 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Clear Light,
cv313,
Marcia Griffiths,
Average White Band,
Cybotron,
Basic Channel,
MC5,
Alphaville,
Idris Muhammad,
Tim Buckley,
Niagra,
Blake Baxter,
Joensuu 1685,
Echospace,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Index,
Supertramp,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Womack,
Dual Sessions,
John Foxx,
Altered Images,
Metal Thangz,
Radiohead,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oblivians,
Organ,
Rekid,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
Rapeman,
Kas Product,
OOIOO,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Five Americans,
Peter & Gordon,
Toni Rubio,
Slick Rick,
Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
This Heat,
Soft Cell,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Litter,
Bronski Beat,
Hardrive,
Rod Modell,
Spoonie Gee,
The Stooges,
Gong,
Donald Byrd,
Japan,
The Cowsills,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.