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 Somalia and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Stereo Dub to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Liliput,
Metal Thangz,
PIL,
Morten Harket,
X-Ray Spex,
Junior Murvin,
The Star Department,
The Flesh Eaters,
Youth Brigade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cameo,
Franke,
The New Christs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anakelly,
T. Rex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young,
Nico,
Michelle Simonal,
The Grass Roots,
The Gladiators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grey Daturas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
K-Klass,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mr. Review,
Mars,
These Immortal Souls,
Subhumans,
Sixth Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Golliwogs,
Royal Trux,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Lynne,
Hasil Adkins,
The Saints,
Quando Quango,
Robert Görl,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wolf Eyes,
Masters at Work,
The Young Rascals,
Black Moon,
the Association,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zero Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Easy Going,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.