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 Burkina and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
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 arpeggiator 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 Pantaleimon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Brothers Johnson,
Eli Mardock,
Alison Limerick,
10cc,
Khruangbin,
Marvin Gaye,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
E-Dancer,
Outsiders,
Brand Nubian,
Nirvana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Infiniti,
World's Most,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Music Machine,
The Star Department,
The Dirtbombs,
Godley & Creme,
June Days,
The Names,
The Index,
Steve Hackett,
The Durutti Column,
Silicon Teens,
Shoche,
Fugazi,
The Gladiators,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pretty Things,
Cecil Taylor,
Schoolly D,
The Gap Band,
Yellowson,
Bluetip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lightning Bolt,
Rekid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stiv Bators,
Motorama,
Davy DMX,
Desert Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Warren Ellis,
Henry Cow,
Soulsonic Force,
Wire,
ABC,
FM Einheit,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erykah Badu,
Ludus,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.