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 Samoa and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Tubeway Army to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Icehouse,
OOIOO,
Wolf Eyes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Michelle Simonal,
James White and The Blacks,
Trumans Water,
Ultravox,
Audionom,
June of 44,
Sparks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kaleidoscope,
Amazonics,
Flash Fearless,
The Misunderstood,
kango's stein massive,
Eurythmics,
Accadde A,
Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Velvet Underground,
the Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
Rufus Thomas,
Junior Murvin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dawn Penn,
Second Layer,
Gang Green,
Al Stewart,
Alphaville,
Sixth Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABC,
Connie Case,
Soulsonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aloha Tigers,
Nirvana,
Bauhaus,
The Searchers,
The Mummies,
Crooked Eye,
the Bar-Kays,
PIL,
Funky Four + One,
The Young Rascals,
These Immortal Souls,
The New Christs,
Outsiders,
the Germs,
New Order,
Technova,
Tom Boy,
Von Mondo,
Drexciya,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.