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 Mali and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 The Searchers 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Deadbeat,
Altered Images,
Wasted Youth,
Negative Approach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Starr,
John Lydon,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sister Nancy,
New Order,
Nik Kershaw,
The Raincoats,
Joe Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Wells,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare,
The Mojo Men,
Bad Manners,
Sonic Youth,
Chrome,
Isaac Hayes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Outsiders,
10cc,
Barry Ungar,
Neu!,
Chris & Cosey,
cv313,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter and Kerry,
Sparks,
Todd Terry,
Goldenarms,
the Normal,
Symarip,
The Young Rascals,
Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Gichy Dan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
In Retrospect,
Accadde A,
New York Dolls,
The Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Urselle,
Pantytec,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blossom Toes,
H. Thieme,
Kas Product,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.