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 Djibouti and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Neu! to the rock 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Youth Brigade,
Desert Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Brothers Johnson,
Pussy Galore,
Alphaville,
Moss Icon,
Grey Daturas,
John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mandrill,
the Germs,
Hashim,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Star Department,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Christie,
Donny Hathaway,
Quadrant,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Human League,
JFA,
Popol Vuh,
Thompson Twins,
The Dirtbombs,
B.T. Express,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Trumans Water,
Arcadia,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Real Kids,
Bad Manners,
The Gories,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ice-T,
Josef K,
Agent Orange,
Nils Olav,
Graham Central Station,
Kaleidoscope,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Standells,
Panda Bear,
Siglo XX,
Sex Pistols,
Moebius,
DJ Style,
Thee Headcoats,
Piero Umiliani,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eve St. Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swell Maps,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.