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 Maldives and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 The Names to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Rekid,
LL Cool J,
Mandrill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chrome,
Television,
Derrick Morgan,
Stetsasonic,
Q and Not U,
Darondo,
Sex Pistols,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harry Pussy,
Blake Baxter,
The Gories,
Sugar Minott,
Swans,
Motorama,
The Techniques,
The Raincoats,
Iggy Pop,
Shuggie Otis,
PIL,
Basic Channel,
Jandek,
Neu!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Bananas,
The Searchers,
Schoolly D,
Goldenarms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Charles Mingus,
Bush Tetras,
the Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
Thee Headcoats,
Reuben Wilson,
the Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
Silicon Teens,
Symarip,
Zapp,
Bobby Womack,
Yellowson,
Ultravox,
Eurythmics,
The Fuzztones,
Pagans,
Angry Samoans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.