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 Taiwan and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Delon & Dalcan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ponytail,
Maleditus Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Man Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Residents,
MDC,
Basic Channel,
Goldenarms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kurtis Blow,
Siglo XX,
Dual Sessions,
Unrelated Segments,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wasted Youth,
Mars,
Bronski Beat,
Hashim,
The Gladiators,
Erykah Badu,
Spandau Ballet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Hill,
Deakin,
Don Cherry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Young Rascals,
The Index,
The Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Jawbox,
The Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantaleimon,
Bluetip,
Boz Scaggs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Germs,
The Standells,
Dave Gahan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hardrive,
Tears for Fears,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.