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 Uruguay and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Y Pants to the techno 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Axelrod,
Henry Cow,
Tom Boy,
The Wake,
CMW,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Accadde A,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun City Girls,
Dawn Penn,
The Flesh Eaters,
Byron Stingily,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
E-Dancer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swans,
Infiniti,
PIL,
The Birthday Party,
James White and The Blacks,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Hill,
Gichy Dan,
The Fugs,
Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
Robert Görl,
Ultra Naté,
Spandau Ballet,
The Zeros,
The Cowsills,
Dave Gahan,
Rod Modell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Christie,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Fraelich,
Schoolly D,
Suicide,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxette,
Rites of Spring,
Sparks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flamin' Groovies,
FM Einheit,
Letta Mbulu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
UT,
MDC,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mummies,
Alison Limerick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warren Ellis,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.