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 Kiribati and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 The Buckinghams to the electroclash 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Scion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hashim,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Knickerbockers,
Slave,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DNA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sandy B,
Unrelated Segments,
Alton Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Byron Stingily,
Black Pus,
June Days,
Duran Duran,
the Bar-Kays,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joyce Sims,
The Smoke,
The Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zapp,
June of 44,
John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Vladislav Delay,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Copeland,
The Human League,
the Human League,
Warsaw,
Archie Shepp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sex Pistols,
Amazonics,
kango's stein massive,
Mars,
Toni Rubio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Au Pairs,
Tubeway Army,
Surgeon,
The Zeros,
B.T. Express,
Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Vogues,
Rhythm & Sound,
In Retrospect,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agitation Free,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hasil Adkins,
The Happenings,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.