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 Switzerland and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Fall to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Connie Case,
Shoche,
Absolute Body Control,
Motorama,
The Dead C,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Accadde A,
The Litter,
K-Klass,
Nirvana,
Ken Boothe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magazine,
Bluetip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
These Immortal Souls,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doors,
Half Japanese,
Deakin,
The American Breed,
Khruangbin,
The Saints,
Bauhaus,
Country Teasers,
Steve Hackett,
Cybotron,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fugs,
Magma,
Urselle,
Josef K,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Qualms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Wells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-101,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Clarke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fad Gadget,
Simply Red,
Harry Pussy,
Mark Hollis,
Outsiders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonic Youth,
Tres Demented,
Blake Baxter,
The Vogues,
Neu!,
Black Sheep,
Icehouse,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.