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 Belarus and from Lyon.
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 Philadelphia and Madrid.
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 oboe 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 Hashim to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Stiv Bators,
Barrington Levy,
Motorama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moss Icon,
Basic Channel,
cv313,
Q and Not U,
Derrick May,
Spandau Ballet,
Neu!,
Agitation Free,
Nick Fraelich,
The Selecter,
Black Moon,
Crash Course in Science,
Lyres,
Angry Samoans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camouflage,
Black Pus,
Can,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maleditus Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Brick,
Letta Mbulu,
The Residents,
Bauhaus,
La Düsseldorf,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Von Mondo,
A Certain Ratio,
John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Evens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Görl,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cure,
Jerry's Kids,
AZ,
The Velvet Underground,
Rapeman,
Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cramps,
Ponytail,
ABBA,
Whodini,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mantronix,
Josef K,
Scan 7,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Names,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.