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 Sudan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Motions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harmonia,
The Buckinghams,
Sexual Harrassment,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smiths,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick May,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yazoo,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sixth Finger,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun City Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Bananas,
Groovy Waters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
PIL,
Can,
Severed Heads,
Roxy Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terry Callier,
Tom Boy,
CMW,
Zero Boys,
Eric Copeland,
The Misunderstood,
The Golliwogs,
Pole,
Stockholm Monsters,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suburban Knight,
The Busters,
Das Ding,
Talk Talk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Iggy Pop,
Subhumans,
Slave,
ABBA,
The Vogues,
The Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABC,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantytec,
The American Breed,
Hoover,
Unwound,
Brothers Johnson,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.