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 Nauru and from London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grunge 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Nils Olav,
Interpol,
Dave Gahan,
Lightning Bolt,
The Techniques,
Wings,
Pole,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kurtis Blow,
Saccharine Trust,
Aaron Thompson,
Popol Vuh,
The Modern Lovers,
E-Dancer,
Los Fastidios,
The Blues Magoos,
Erykah Badu,
Piero Umiliani,
Kayak,
Ornette Coleman,
Bluetip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gong,
Reagan Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Sherman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Y Pants,
The Birthday Party,
Ituana,
DNA,
Black Pus,
Rakim,
Urselle,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
James White and The Blacks,
The Stooges,
Soft Machine,
The United States of America,
Index,
Harry Pussy,
Icehouse,
Make Up,
X-Ray Spex,
Essential Logic,
Japan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Mills,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.