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 Iraq and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Susan Cadogan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Cheater Slicks,
Swell Maps,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visage,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalo Schifrin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faraquet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tres Demented,
Half Japanese,
Rekid,
The Detroit Cobras,
T. Rex,
Janne Schatter,
Iggy Pop,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young,
Gichy Dan,
Minutemen,
Chrome,
Piero Umiliani,
The New Christs,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sonics,
Al Stewart,
The Remains,
John Holt,
Robert Wyatt,
Rotary Connection,
H. Thieme,
The Real Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Morten Harket,
The Standells,
Grauzone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Techniques,
Royal Trux,
China Crisis,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Grass Roots,
Organ,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Saints,
Funky Four + One,
Kerri Chandler,
Joey Negro,
The Fugs,
Rod Modell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.