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 Czech Republic and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Alphaville to the disco 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sister Nancy,
Aswad,
Marine Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Rod Modell,
Aaron Thompson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Qualms,
The Victims,
Sound Behaviour,
Warren Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Danielle Patucci,
Con Funk Shun,
Skriet,
Marvin Gaye,
Section 25,
Loose Ends,
Carl Craig,
Minny Pops,
UT,
David McCallum,
H. Thieme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Niagra,
Hardrive,
Sandy B,
New Age Steppers,
Pierre Henry,
Adolescents,
Malaria!,
Morten Harket,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hashim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Piero Umiliani,
The Residents,
Darondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Average White Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra,
Outsiders,
Ossler,
Lindisfarne,
Country Teasers,
Rufus Thomas,
La Düsseldorf,
Gabor Szabo,
In Retrospect,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doors,
Sparks,
Arthur Verocai,
Von Mondo,
Barbara Tucker,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.