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 Cambodia and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Dennis Brown to the punk 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Con Funk Shun,
Groovy Waters,
Magazine,
Inner City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
AZ,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick May,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kurtis Blow,
CMW,
Tom Boy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Invisible,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Half Japanese,
Godley & Creme,
Amazonics,
Marmalade,
The Doors,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erasure,
Urselle,
La Düsseldorf,
MC5,
The Standells,
Scott Walker,
Swans,
The Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bizarre Inc.,
David McCallum,
Minor Threat,
Suicide,
Gong,
Supertramp,
Byron Stingily,
The Cure,
Fatback Band,
The Gories,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Al Stewart,
Model 500,
A Certain Ratio,
Trumans Water,
Sugar Minott,
The Zeros,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry's Kids,
Graham Central Station,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül II,
Ornette Coleman,
The Litter,
the Sonics,
The Dead C,
Peter & Gordon,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.