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 New Zealand and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Fear to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Cure,
Joensuu 1685,
Blake Baxter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker,
Charles Mingus,
Soul II Soul,
Ludus,
Unrelated Segments,
Thompson Twins,
Average White Band,
Bluetip,
Reagan Youth,
Unwound,
The Divine Comedy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
kango's stein massive,
Interpol,
Warren Ellis,
Anakelly,
Ralphi Rosario,
Infiniti,
Pagans,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Groovy Waters,
Crash Course in Science,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faraquet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mummies,
Mars,
Fela Kuti,
Mantronix,
The Kinks,
Black Bananas,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Remains,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slick Rick,
Qualms,
Clear Light,
Joe Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amazonics,
Porter Ricks,
Trumans Water,
Glenn Branca,
John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Whodini,
The Associates,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mark Hollis,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.