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 Finland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Eurythmics to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rites of Spring,
Soulsonic Force,
Scan 7,
the Human League,
David Axelrod,
The Tremeloes,
This Heat,
Interpol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q65,
Pylon,
Bad Manners,
Marine Girls,
Mr. Review,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Almond,
Camouflage,
The Seeds,
Average White Band,
Bauhaus,
Crime,
Rod Modell,
Eric B and Rakim,
a-ha,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funkadelic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Newcleus,
the Bar-Kays,
Masters at Work,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magazine,
June of 44,
Rekid,
Eddi Front,
Barrington Levy,
Khruangbin,
The Pop Group,
Oblivians,
Nick Fraelich,
Buzzcocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minutemen,
Bobby Byrd,
Fugazi,
Chris & Cosey,
Agitation Free,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Hood,
Pussy Galore,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Foxx,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.