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 Netherlands and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Thompson Twins,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doobie Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Swans,
Scion,
Flipper,
Porter Ricks,
Hoover,
Gang Green,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Coltrane,
Mars,
Crash Course in Science,
Ponytail,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Offenders,
The Remains,
Malaria!,
The Divine Comedy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gichy Dan,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Searchers,
Underground Resistance,
Arab on Radar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Make Up,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Colin Newman,
Godley & Creme,
The Buckinghams,
Cymande,
This Heat,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doors,
R.M.O.,
Bill Wells,
Ituana,
The Smiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radio Birdman,
The Neon Judgement,
Icehouse,
Schoolly D,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skriet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
H. Thieme,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.