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 Bolivia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Amon Düül II to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Neu!,
The Evens,
Shuggie Otis,
ABC,
Ossler,
X-102,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
Whodini,
Wire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Martian,
Minny Pops,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Hood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Schoolly D,
Moby Grape,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sugar Minott,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Model 500,
U.S. Maple,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swans,
Television,
Hasil Adkins,
The Invisible,
Quadrant,
Au Pairs,
Pussy Galore,
This Heat,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cramps,
Khruangbin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Newcleus,
New Order,
Man Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
The Pretty Things,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
The Vogues,
Basic Channel,
Funkadelic,
Nation of Ulysses,
World's Most,
Neil Young,
Moss Icon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Victims,
June of 44,
Howard Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Green,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.