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 Pakistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Durutti Column to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Juan Atkins,
Sällskapet,
Wally Richardson,
Pulsallama,
Supertramp,
Popol Vuh,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Half Japanese,
Moebius,
Urselle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Qualms,
Michelle Simonal,
China Crisis,
Mantronix,
Visage,
The Pretty Things,
Scrapy,
World's Most,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Raincoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harry Pussy,
Metal Thangz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Davy DMX,
10cc,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The United States of America,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anakelly,
Albert Ayler,
John Lydon,
Slave,
Severed Heads,
Mark Hollis,
Clear Light,
The Angels of Light,
Erasure,
The Associates,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Das Ding,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Interpol,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cure,
Surgeon,
Pussy Galore,
OOIOO,
Flash Fearless,
Ponytail,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.