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 Costa Rica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the punk 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Althea and Donna,
The Beau Brummels,
U.S. Maple,
Desert Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
La Düsseldorf,
The Grass Roots,
The Motions,
Dual Sessions,
New York Dolls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Television Personalities,
Massinfluence,
Can,
Bobby Womack,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erasure,
Ultravox,
Derrick May,
Brick,
John Holt,
EPMD,
Jawbox,
the Germs,
the Association,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unwound,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gun Club,
Amazonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
Faraquet,
Sandy B,
Pantytec,
Graham Central Station,
Agent Orange,
KRS-One,
Agitation Free,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry's Kids,
Accadde A,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Guru Guru,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thompson Twins,
Grey Daturas,
Bronski Beat,
Crime,
Pylon,
Excepter,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.