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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Henry Cow 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Alton Ellis,
Excepter,
John Holt,
Wally Richardson,
Siglo XX,
Rites of Spring,
Monolake,
Juan Atkins,
the Association,
Ten City,
Peter & Gordon,
Pussy Galore,
the Fania All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
The Skatalites,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Joey Negro,
Mo-Dettes,
Amazonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deakin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick May,
Sex Pistols,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scrapy,
Jawbox,
Hoover,
Wasted Youth,
The Motions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Average White Band,
Jerry's Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Barrington Levy,
Organ,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Human League,
The Vogues,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
Agitation Free,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fugs,
Cluster,
Roxy Music,
Unrelated Segments,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Almond,
Angry Samoans,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Finger,
Funky Four + One,
Minnie Riperton,
China Crisis,
The Five Americans,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.