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 Moldova and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Bauhaus to the crunk 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Wolf Eyes,
John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultra Naté,
Buzzcocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Camberwell Now,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scrapy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Juan Atkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerri Chandler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tres Demented,
Stereo Dub,
Infiniti,
The Pretty Things,
Kaleidoscope,
Magma,
Excepter,
Cal Tjader,
Black Sheep,
Scan 7,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Star Department,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Wings,
Marc Almond,
the Germs,
EPMD,
UT,
Moby Grape,
Bluetip,
The Associates,
Magazine,
The Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Aloha Tigers,
The Stooges,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Mills,
Godley & Creme,
Aural Exciters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stetsasonic,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.