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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rock 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Joyce Sims,
Faust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T.S.O.L.,
Smog,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rakim,
Organ,
Slick Rick,
Sonic Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Association,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mojo Men,
Black Pus,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Dolphy,
kango's stein massive,
Mad Mike,
Flipper,
Kurtis Blow,
Bronski Beat,
Arthur Verocai,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suicide,
Au Pairs,
Basic Channel,
Whodini,
Stiv Bators,
Loose Ends,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Green,
Jandek,
Brand Nubian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agitation Free,
The Techniques,
Freddie Wadling,
Dark Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bob Dylan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sparks,
Trumans Water,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jawbox,
The Star Department,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hardrive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eddi Front,
Half Japanese,
Joensuu 1685,
The Remains,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.