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 Spokane.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Negative Approach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television,
R.M.O.,
Cymande,
Brass Construction,
Tubeway Army,
Sällskapet,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Steve Hackett,
Television Personalities,
The Fall,
The Move,
Malaria!,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monochrome Set,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Niagra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mad Mike,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacob Miller,
Grauzone,
Joy Division,
Ronan,
Darondo,
The Remains,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Starr,
Pussy Galore,
Half Japanese,
The Last Poets,
Sound Behaviour,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick Morgan,
Boz Scaggs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mission of Burma,
B.T. Express,
Crooked Eye,
Cybotron,
X-102,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mr. Review,
Funky Four + One,
Inner City,
Marmalade,
Underground Resistance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantaleimon,
Skriet,
The Dirtbombs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Das Ding,
The Durutti Column,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed,
Clear Light,
Supertramp,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.