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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Wolf Eyes to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Au Pairs,
Gang of Four,
Lou Christie,
Little Man,
Yaz,
Jeff Lynne,
Eli Mardock,
Trumans Water,
Scan 7,
The Slackers,
The United States of America,
Television Personalities,
The Victims,
Parry Music,
John Foxx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Dead Boys,
Agent Orange,
The Real Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Hill,
Scrapy,
Dennis Brown,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Names,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Neon Judgement,
Harry Pussy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kayak,
Urselle,
DNA,
the Germs,
the Normal,
The Fugs,
Tommy Roe,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smoke,
the Soft Cell,
The Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Peter and Kerry,
The Grass Roots,
Surgeon,
John Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
The Litter,
EPMD,
Saccharine Trust,
Quantec,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Circle Jerks,
The Martian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.