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 Niger and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
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 harpsichord 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 Dawn Penn to the electroclash 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Wire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scrapy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronan,
Negative Approach,
Dead Boys,
Nils Olav,
Scratch Acid,
JFA,
Erasure,
Q65,
Average White Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang On A Can,
Smog,
ABC,
Bronski Beat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
OOIOO,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
48th St. Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris & Cosey,
Lungfish,
Fugazi,
The Residents,
Deadbeat,
Suicide,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moleskins,
Loose Ends,
Warren Ellis,
Vainqueur,
Alton Ellis,
Hardrive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Simply Red,
Moebius,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Symarip,
The Golliwogs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Durutti Column,
Peter and Kerry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joyce Sims,
The Red Krayola,
Adolescents,
Thompson Twins,
Sixth Finger,
Chrome,
The Dead C,
Jawbox,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.