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 Austria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 The Dirtbombs to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Metal Thangz,
Moby Grape,
Jandek,
The Count Five,
Urselle,
The Selecter,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mummies,
Unrelated Segments,
Essential Logic,
K-Klass,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerrie Biddell,
PIL,
Joy Division,
Josef K,
The Velvet Underground,
Nik Kershaw,
The Vogues,
Patti Smith,
Moss Icon,
Sam Rivers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monks,
Sun Ra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Los Fastidios,
Grey Daturas,
Graham Central Station,
Cecil Taylor,
The Neon Judgement,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fela Kuti,
The Moody Blues,
The United States of America,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Toni Rubio,
Unwound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Simply Red,
Man Parrish,
Black Moon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hasil Adkins,
Magma,
Alphaville,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mantronix,
The Leaves,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eve St. Jones,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.