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 Turkey and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
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 snare 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 The Monochrome Set to the rap 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
Massinfluence,
Pantytec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skriet,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
Roxette,
ABC,
Goldenarms,
the Association,
The Pretty Things,
The Black Dice,
the Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dead C,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Ice-T,
World's Most,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Bush Tetras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dave Gahan,
The Velvet Underground,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Seeds,
the Germs,
Michelle Simonal,
Wolf Eyes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crooked Eye,
The Zeros,
Jawbox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lungfish,
Scrapy,
Model 500,
Q65,
the Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
Whodini,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Easy Going,
Derrick May,
Zapp,
The Toasters,
Duran Duran,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.