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 Australia and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Soft Cell to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Move,
OOIOO,
K-Klass,
Little Man,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Invisible,
David Bowie,
Eurythmics,
Nik Kershaw,
Morten Harket,
Gabor Szabo,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doors,
Funkadelic,
Spandau Ballet,
The Toasters,
Malaria!,
Brass Construction,
The Wake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agitation Free,
The Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Rundgren,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul II Soul,
Pole,
The Raincoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Holt,
Black Sheep,
James White and The Blacks,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang of Four,
The Slits,
a-ha,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Starr,
Royal Trux,
Aaron Thompson,
Depeche Mode,
Dave Gahan,
The Techniques,
Leonard Cohen,
the Normal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Divine Comedy,
Technova,
Aswad,
R.M.O.,
Magma,
Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.