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 Cameroon and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ludus to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Dirtbombs,
Robert Görl,
Blake Baxter,
DNA,
The Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultravox,
Flipper,
The New Christs,
Byron Stingily,
The Gun Club,
Rod Modell,
Slave,
Fad Gadget,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Depeche Mode,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Mills,
Leonard Cohen,
Rites of Spring,
Shoche,
The Index,
The Techniques,
Reuben Wilson,
Fat Boys,
E-Dancer,
Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
The Sound,
Malaria!,
Robert Hood,
The Wake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick Morgan,
Royal Trux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nas,
Joey Negro,
8 Eyed Spy,
Darondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Bourne,
Au Pairs,
Television Personalities,
Silicon Teens,
Sarah Menescal,
Technova,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New York Dolls,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masters at Work,
Crooked Eye,
Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
K-Klass,
Suburban Knight,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.