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 Peru and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
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 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 Gabor Szabo to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Joensuu 1685,
Mantronix,
Rosa Yemen,
The Saints,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Techniques,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siglo XX,
Moebius,
Magma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television,
FM Einheit,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Godley & Creme,
Panda Bear,
Nico,
The Cure,
Thompson Twins,
Intrusion,
Los Fastidios,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Searchers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visage,
The Count Five,
Y Pants,
Yusef Lateef,
The Beau Brummels,
Buzzcocks,
Oneida,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Bowie,
Ludus,
The Dirtbombs,
The Zeros,
the Bar-Kays,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nas,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arab on Radar,
Carl Craig,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
K-Klass,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Young Rascals,
Warren Ellis,
Desert Stars,
The Selecter,
The Gories,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Tremeloes,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.