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 Iran and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Audionom to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Ronan,
In Retrospect,
The Gun Club,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
EPMD,
The Durutti Column,
Franke,
Masters at Work,
the Association,
Nico,
Blancmange,
Main Source,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T. Rex,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Outsiders,
DJ Sneak,
Sun City Girls,
The Human League,
Henry Cow,
Boredoms,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
D'Angelo,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stereo Dub,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Hill,
The Barracudas,
Hot Snakes,
The Tremeloes,
Pylon,
Warren Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Copeland,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monolake,
June of 44,
Pussy Galore,
Lalann,
The Star Department,
Grauzone,
The Neon Judgement,
Newcleus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Names,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
The Raincoats,
Chris & Cosey,
F. McDonald,
Thee Headcoats,
Hardrive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Parrish,
Subhumans,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.