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 Kuwait and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Blancmange to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick May,
Lakeside,
Al Stewart,
Boz Scaggs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rufus Thomas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hardrive,
Cheater Slicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Barbara Tucker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Near,
Charles Mingus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alphaville,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Silicon Teens,
Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Porter Ricks,
Fear,
Skaos,
Flamin' Groovies,
Depeche Mode,
Minny Pops,
Hasil Adkins,
Outsiders,
Gang of Four,
kango's stein massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scan 7,
The Mojo Men,
Jacques Brel,
Ornette Coleman,
The American Breed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tubeway Army,
Wally Richardson,
Marine Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-Ray Spex,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gun Club,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fall,
Au Pairs,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unwound,
The Tremeloes,
Vainqueur,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June of 44,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.