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 Costa Rica and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
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 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 Wings to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Zapp,
Scott Walker,
Byron Stingily,
Thompson Twins,
Franke,
The Smiths,
the Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
The Mummies,
Pierre Henry,
Peter and Kerry,
Fear,
Joe Finger,
the Swans,
Eli Mardock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
B.T. Express,
Ornette Coleman,
MDC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Trojans,
Henry Cow,
Robert Görl,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dawn Penn,
Procol Harum,
Wings,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Mills,
Babytalk,
Bluetip,
The Barracudas,
Swell Maps,
The Cure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Evens,
Lalann,
The Standells,
The Durutti Column,
Boogie Down Productions,
Duran Duran,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonic Youth,
Harmonia,
Donald Byrd,
The Count Five,
Stiv Bators,
Spandau Ballet,
The American Breed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Wake,
Subhumans,
Ituana,
The Offenders,
Supertramp,
The Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.