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 Iceland and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
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 U.S. Maple to the electroclash 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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Move,
Chris Corsano,
China Crisis,
Tres Demented,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Red Krayola,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dave Gahan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Groovy Waters,
Patti Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cramps,
The Durutti Column,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cecil Taylor,
Rosa Yemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Drive Like Jehu,
Prince Buster,
The Fuzztones,
the Soft Cell,
MDC,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül II,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rakim,
Simply Red,
Skarface,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cowsills,
Todd Terry,
Scrapy,
Porter Ricks,
The Blackbyrds,
Marmalade,
Sonic Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Main Source,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chrome,
The Victims,
Y Pants,
Robert Görl,
The Buckinghams,
Black Flag,
Oblivians,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fugs,
Inner City,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.