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 Monaco and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Kinks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Animal Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Gichy Dan,
Kayak,
Adolescents,
the Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Sister Nancy,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Mills,
Camberwell Now,
Marcia Griffiths,
Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Whodini,
The Fall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fatback Band,
Davy DMX,
The Zeros,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Halsall,
Gong,
Radiohead,
Flipper,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deepchord,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boredoms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erykah Badu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Panda Bear,
The Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cameo,
the Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Green,
Robert Hood,
Television Personalities,
The Cowsills,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bush Tetras,
Bob Dylan,
Hashim,
The Five Americans,
KRS-One,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Almond,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.