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 Papua New Guinea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 The Shadows of Knight to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Sam Rivers,
T. Rex,
Marvin Gaye,
the Normal,
Monolake,
Marmalade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The United States of America,
U.S. Maple,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bronski Beat,
Schoolly D,
Dead Boys,
The Five Americans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monks,
The Misunderstood,
Ohio Players,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Count Five,
Stereo Dub,
Whodini,
Funkadelic,
Television Personalities,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Au Pairs,
Soul II Soul,
Angry Samoans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül II,
Chrome,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tears for Fears,
The Kinks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Mills,
Skarface,
Bobby Sherman,
Technova,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Busters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blossom Toes,
Joy Division,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra,
Minor Threat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maurizio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
D'Angelo,
Nas,
The Last Poets,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Associates,
Mo-Dettes,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.