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 Belgium and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Rites of Spring to the funk 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Görl,
Crime,
Davy DMX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smoke,
Peter & Gordon,
Mantronix,
Qualms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Neon Judgement,
Skarface,
Archie Shepp,
Alphaville,
The Saints,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barrington Levy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Red Krayola,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Rundgren,
Dorothy Ashby,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tres Demented,
Black Flag,
The Grass Roots,
Cheater Slicks,
Silicon Teens,
Flipper,
This Heat,
Anthony Braxton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young,
Joe Smooth,
Index,
The Sonics,
Pulsallama,
The Mojo Men,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soulsonic Force,
David McCallum,
ABBA,
Colin Newman,
The Index,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fortunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Kurtis Blow,
Kenny Larkin,
Fear,
Zero Boys,
Harmonia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pierre Henry,
Nico,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.