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 Afghanistan and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 B.T. Express to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Halsall,
James White and The Blacks,
Rod Modell,
Alison Limerick,
H. Thieme,
Ohio Players,
Maurizio,
E-Dancer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neu!,
The Mummies,
Whodini,
The Human League,
Drexciya,
Average White Band,
Gang of Four,
Mark Hollis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Don Cherry,
Spandau Ballet,
Erykah Badu,
China Crisis,
Hoover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Second Layer,
Patti Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Sneak,
Gichy Dan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nas,
The Searchers,
David Bowie,
Black Sheep,
K-Klass,
Hashim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agent Orange,
The Five Americans,
Echospace,
June Days,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Detroit Cobras,
kango's stein massive,
Magma,
Aaron Thompson,
Crooked Eye,
the Normal,
Marmalade,
Circle Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
Animal Collective,
Television,
Audionom,
Lalann,
John Lydon,
Cheater Slicks,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.