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 Mozambique and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Chrome,
Desert Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Ultra Naté,
Sparks,
Albert Ayler,
Dawn Penn,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slits,
Alphaville,
L. Decosne,
Rotary Connection,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terry Callier,
Wolf Eyes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Teasers,
Tres Demented,
Eric Dolphy,
Unrelated Segments,
Joey Negro,
Brick,
OOIOO,
Janne Schatter,
Negative Approach,
Lou Christie,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Alice Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Junior Murvin,
Skarface,
Subhumans,
Magma,
Thee Headcoats,
Fad Gadget,
the Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Henry Cow,
Intrusion,
The Stooges,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sex Pistols,
Eli Mardock,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare,
AZ,
Funkadelic,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Sherman,
the Slits,
Marc Almond,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Colin Newman,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.