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 Turkey and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bizarre Inc. 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Arthur Verocai,
Eddi Front,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alison Limerick,
Bronski Beat,
The Stooges,
Whodini,
Parry Music,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young,
Fat Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
ABBA,
K-Klass,
Pere Ubu,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cure,
Black Flag,
Mars,
Make Up,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
The Standells,
The United States of America,
Peter and Kerry,
Tim Buckley,
Quantec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Altered Images,
New Order,
The Real Kids,
Ituana,
The Zeros,
The Grass Roots,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crooked Eye,
The Knickerbockers,
Tubeway Army,
Youth Brigade,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gun Club,
Outsiders,
Jacques Brel,
Eve St. Jones,
Flipper,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scratch Acid,
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
The Techniques,
Blancmange,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gap Band,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.