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 San Marino and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Agitation Free 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Aloha Tigers,
Crime,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Saccharine Trust,
Heaven 17,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oneida,
the Human League,
Blancmange,
Royal Trux,
Marc Almond,
Brick,
The Electric Prunes,
Slave,
Amon Düül,
T.S.O.L.,
Half Japanese,
Roxy Music,
Yellowson,
Joensuu 1685,
Warsaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Cecil Taylor,
PIL,
A Certain Ratio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sex Pistols,
U.S. Maple,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Machine,
The Kinks,
The Associates,
Duran Duran,
Urselle,
The Stooges,
Al Stewart,
Gong,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Clear Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neu!,
Little Man,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris Corsano,
Graham Central Station,
Deakin,
Pantytec,
The Misunderstood,
The Names,
The Pretty Things,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Negative Approach,
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Near,
Inner City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.