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 Denmark and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 The Techniques to the dance 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Joey Negro,
Hardrive,
Rekid,
Moby Grape,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tears for Fears,
Procol Harum,
Jawbox,
Joe Finger,
The Young Rascals,
The Vogues,
The Litter,
Mantronix,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Bourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Henry Cow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Age Steppers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mr. Review,
Bang On A Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Raincoats,
Quantec,
Sun City Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Niagra,
B.T. Express,
the Fania All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Jimmy McGriff,
Symarip,
Marc Almond,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bluetip,
The Star Department,
Deepchord,
Sonic Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Con Funk Shun,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bauhaus,
Aloha Tigers,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Green,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Technova,
Prince Buster,
Barbara Tucker,
The Buckinghams,
Ossler,
Wolf Eyes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crime,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.