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 Romania and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Cell to the dance 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
Ohio Players,
Lungfish,
Swans,
Hashim,
Rotary Connection,
Alphaville,
Skriet,
Schoolly D,
Ken Boothe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Hoover,
MDC,
Warsaw,
Thompson Twins,
John Foxx,
Bobby Womack,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Flag,
Graham Central Station,
Organ,
Deadbeat,
Royal Trux,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy Collins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Zeros,
The Wake,
Brass Construction,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Patti Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Interpol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marmalade,
Fad Gadget,
The Names,
The Evens,
Unwound,
The Beau Brummels,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Litter,
The Saints,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Buckinghams,
Joey Negro,
the Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Leaves,
Ponytail,
Theoretical Girls,
Massinfluence,
Niagra,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Halsall,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.