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 Albania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 CMW to the electroclash 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick Morgan,
Cymande,
Ten City,
Neu!,
Gang Starr,
Deadbeat,
Warren Ellis,
Ossler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Das Ding,
The Saints,
Delta 5,
Eve St. Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Certain Ratio,
Smog,
Lou Christie,
Roxy Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Wells,
EPMD,
Bootsy Collins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rod Modell,
Accadde A,
MC5,
The Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
OOIOO,
The Monks,
Lalann,
Erasure,
Slick Rick,
Agent Orange,
Marc Almond,
Mandrill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Görl,
Von Mondo,
Wolf Eyes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jandek,
Shoche,
Godley & Creme,
Technova,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Shadows of Knight,
China Crisis,
Dawn Penn,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mr. Review,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Evens,
Graham Central Station,
Bush Tetras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott Heron,
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.