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 Cape Verde and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Newcleus to the funk 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rekid,
Roxette,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
The Victims,
Cameo,
Lou Christie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pulsallama,
Cymande,
Scratch Acid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Modern Lovers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Symarip,
Bauhaus,
Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Schoolly D,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gories,
Grey Daturas,
Surgeon,
the Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Supertramp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ten City,
kango's stein massive,
The Walker Brothers,
the Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Al Stewart,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Durutti Column,
The Skatalites,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Moon,
The Vogues,
Funkadelic,
The Gun Club,
Stetsasonic,
The Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Y Pants,
Josef K,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Grass Roots,
The New Christs,
Aswad,
Nico,
Zapp,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Unwound,
the Human League,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.