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 Ghana and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Human League to the electroclash 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Wells,
X-101,
Trumans Water,
Fela Kuti,
Graham Central Station,
Maleditus Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erasure,
Kaleidoscope,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Fraelich,
Iggy Pop,
Hasil Adkins,
Fluxion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crooked Eye,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minor Threat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skriet,
Simply Red,
Qualms,
Boz Scaggs,
Bluetip,
Warsaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fuzztones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Babytalk,
The Standells,
Ponytail,
Pantaleimon,
The Red Krayola,
Zapp,
Sex Pistols,
The Selecter,
Joy Division,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thompson Twins,
MDC,
The Dirtbombs,
Chrome,
Man Eating Sloth,
Interpol,
John Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Darondo,
Malaria!,
Reuben Wilson,
Intrusion,
Monolake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
the Slits,
Hardrive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.