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 Montenegro and from London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skaos to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Television Personalities,
Country Teasers,
Interpol,
kango's stein massive,
Arab on Radar,
Masters at Work,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Green,
Rapeman,
June of 44,
Pharoah Sanders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Babytalk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ten City,
The Searchers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Urselle,
Marmalade,
Faraquet,
Scan 7,
Scion,
Guru Guru,
Chrome,
The Sound,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young,
The United States of America,
Second Layer,
Isaac Hayes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Idris Muhammad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxette,
Aswad,
AZ,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Buzzcocks,
Bronski Beat,
ABBA,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gories,
Accadde A,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tears for Fears,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
The Young Rascals,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nils Olav,
Junior Murvin,
Heaven 17,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.