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 Korea South and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Marc Almond to the funk 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Symarip,
The Raincoats,
Eric Copeland,
Trumans Water,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Toni Rubio,
The Tremeloes,
L. Decosne,
The Grass Roots,
Yaz,
Suicide,
The Kinks,
Fela Kuti,
The Move,
Schoolly D,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Max Romeo,
The Cure,
Young Marble Giants,
Erasure,
Altered Images,
Sister Nancy,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
B.T. Express,
Radiohead,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drexciya,
Main Source,
Ronan,
Cluster,
Newcleus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Model 500,
The Selecter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonic Youth,
Arcadia,
X-Ray Spex,
David Axelrod,
Joy Division,
Absolute Body Control,
The Toasters,
Grauzone,
Brothers Johnson,
Faust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stiv Bators,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.