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 Estonia and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Harmonia to the punk 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Leaves,
Ludus,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Divine Comedy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Flag,
The Litter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alphaville,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television Personalities,
The Birthday Party,
Joy Division,
The New Christs,
The Vogues,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül II,
The Gories,
Soul II Soul,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Barracudas,
The Associates,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Inner City,
Harmonia,
Section 25,
The Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
Quadrant,
The Evens,
Bush Tetras,
The Names,
Outsiders,
Chrome,
Spoonie Gee,
Underground Resistance,
Stetsasonic,
Gong,
Harpers Bizarre,
Interpol,
Accadde A,
Sugar Minott,
Talk Talk,
Sun City Girls,
the Swans,
FM Einheit,
The Golliwogs,
Desert Stars,
Qualms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.