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 Oman and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Grandmaster Flash to the disco 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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Desert Stars,
Graham Central Station,
kango's stein massive,
The Evens,
Lakeside,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Birthday Party,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Holt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxette,
David Axelrod,
Juan Atkins,
Infiniti,
Hoover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anakelly,
Bobby Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Pantaleimon,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Yazoo,
Outsiders,
Half Japanese,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Lydon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scan 7,
Howard Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Halsall,
Rod Modell,
The Dead C,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Average White Band,
Agitation Free,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cecil Taylor,
Rotary Connection,
The Move,
Skriet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faust,
Bootsy Collins,
Inner City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Frankie Knuckles,
K-Klass,
Rekid,
Ponytail,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.