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 Argentina and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
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 clarinet 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 Eddi Front to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Trumans Water,
Eurythmics,
Half Japanese,
John Cale,
The Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
L. Decosne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swans,
the Normal,
Janne Schatter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker,
Grey Daturas,
The Mummies,
Accadde A,
Livin' Joy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mission of Burma,
The Toasters,
Rosa Yemen,
Sex Pistols,
The Doors,
Harmonia,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick Morgan,
Circle Jerks,
Fugazi,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Misunderstood,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Mills,
Hardrive,
Wire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young,
Matthew Halsall,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Nas,
Amazonics,
Wolf Eyes,
La Düsseldorf,
Al Stewart,
David Axelrod,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nico,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Loose Ends,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Bourne,
T. Rex,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.