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 Gambia 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Buzzcocks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Young Rascals,
Josef K,
The Grass Roots,
Animal Collective,
Chris Corsano,
June of 44,
Bob Dylan,
the Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yellowson,
Brass Construction,
The Saints,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Techniques,
Tres Demented,
Jacob Miller,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brick,
Urselle,
Amazonics,
One Last Wish,
Wally Richardson,
Niagra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Wings,
Cymande,
Cal Tjader,
The Mummies,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fugs,
Malaria!,
Gabor Szabo,
Audionom,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lungfish,
Ponytail,
China Crisis,
Erykah Badu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Hill,
Crash Course in Science,
the Germs,
Pet Shop Boys,
T. Rex,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oneida,
David McCallum,
Hot Snakes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Holt,
The Walker Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.