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 Turkey and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Lalann to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Peter & Gordon,
Lyres,
Moby Grape,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed,
Derrick Morgan,
Eli Mardock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Christie,
The Five Americans,
DNA,
The Monochrome Set,
Angry Samoans,
The Raincoats,
Wolf Eyes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Panda Bear,
Blancmange,
Metal Thangz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
One Last Wish,
Bang On A Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül II,
Fluxion,
The Kinks,
Das Ding,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sex Pistols,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mantronix,
Joy Division,
Circle Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Subhumans,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Young Rascals,
Depeche Mode,
Malaria!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Wire,
Grauzone,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Foxx,
Thompson Twins,
The Residents,
The Searchers,
The Remains,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cluster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantaleimon,
Slick Rick,
Danielle Patucci,
kango's stein massive,
Crime,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.