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 San Marino and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skarface,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Althea and Donna,
Underground Resistance,
Fat Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Albert Ayler,
Cymande,
ABC,
Wasted Youth,
Fluxion,
Thee Headcoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cluster,
Yaz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cybotron,
The Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Rufus Thomas,
Y Pants,
L. Decosne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
The United States of America,
Jawbox,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deakin,
Sixth Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Dolphy,
Rotary Connection,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mummies,
Monolake,
Stockholm Monsters,
Michelle Simonal,
China Crisis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
Marmalade,
Eurythmics,
Kayak,
Magazine,
The Moleskins,
James White and The Blacks,
Max Romeo,
Clear Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Livin' Joy,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warsaw,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.