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 Luxembourg and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Suicide to the grime 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
The Evens,
Hoover,
Cal Tjader,
June Days,
The Remains,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Red Krayola,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mandrill,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Victims,
Scratch Acid,
Skaos,
Joy Division,
EPMD,
Unwound,
Nas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Essential Logic,
Grey Daturas,
B.T. Express,
Ken Boothe,
Danielle Patucci,
Janne Schatter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amazonics,
Brand Nubian,
Swell Maps,
Zero Boys,
Joey Negro,
Blancmange,
New Order,
Bad Manners,
The Standells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fluxion,
Glenn Branca,
Mars,
Procol Harum,
John Foxx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantytec,
ABC,
Aaron Thompson,
Traffic Nightmare,
The American Breed,
Duran Duran,
LL Cool J,
Yusef Lateef,
Ituana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.