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 Cameroon and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the electroclash 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aloha Tigers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Evens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smoke,
Byron Stingily,
Agent Orange,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABC,
Junior Murvin,
Radio Birdman,
David McCallum,
Nico,
Infiniti,
Joy Division,
T.S.O.L.,
Pole,
Liliput,
Grey Daturas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Sneak,
Negative Approach,
Arcadia,
Kenny Larkin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June Days,
Blancmange,
Ten City,
Connie Case,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxy Music,
Ronnie Foster,
The Seeds,
Sparks,
New Order,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scientists,
Jacques Brel,
Roger Hodgson,
Buzzcocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aural Exciters,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Modern Lovers,
The New Christs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moody Blues,
The Associates,
Robert Görl,
The Buckinghams,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mantronix,
Lyres,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.