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 Japan and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Ice-T to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Massinfluence,
June Days,
Outsiders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Simply Red,
Ultravox,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerri Chandler,
Mantronix,
Nirvana,
Bob Dylan,
Procol Harum,
Pantaleimon,
The Gun Club,
Deakin,
Josef K,
The United States of America,
kango's stein massive,
Von Mondo,
Popol Vuh,
Brick,
The Fuzztones,
Colin Newman,
Audionom,
Ice-T,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pagans,
The Residents,
Television,
Stockholm Monsters,
Icehouse,
Delta 5,
Suburban Knight,
The Names,
Yazoo,
Grey Daturas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
PIL,
Bad Manners,
Tres Demented,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick May,
Neu!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Make Up,
Ossler,
The Seeds,
Lakeside,
Lalann,
Matthew Halsall,
Ohio Players,
Skriet,
Chris Corsano,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.