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 Belize and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Warsaw to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Outsiders,
L. Decosne,
Malaria!,
kango's stein massive,
The Five Americans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Wells,
Juan Atkins,
Pantaleimon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kurtis Blow,
Dual Sessions,
Godley & Creme,
Inner City,
The Buckinghams,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Green,
Camberwell Now,
Prince Buster,
The Kinks,
Rites of Spring,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül II,
The Techniques,
Ultra Naté,
K-Klass,
Kenny Larkin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Young Marble Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Cymande,
Thee Headcoats,
Quando Quango,
Eurythmics,
Aswad,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amazonics,
Janne Schatter,
Tubeway Army,
Glenn Branca,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
cv313,
Jimmy McGriff,
Don Cherry,
Tom Boy,
Brand Nubian,
New York Dolls,
Marmalade,
Qualms,
Public Enemy,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.