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 Morocco and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the electroclash 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dirtbombs,
Intrusion,
Anthony Braxton,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mo-Dettes,
Lakeside,
Jawbox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radio Birdman,
LL Cool J,
Wire,
The Buckinghams,
Mark Hollis,
Arthur Verocai,
L. Decosne,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun City Girls,
Don Cherry,
The Tremeloes,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Con Funk Shun,
Groovy Waters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ossler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joy Division,
Scrapy,
The Fuzztones,
Rosa Yemen,
X-Ray Spex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dead C,
The Saints,
La Düsseldorf,
Cameo,
Cecil Taylor,
Loose Ends,
Fat Boys,
Skaos,
MC5,
Hot Snakes,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Wells,
New Age Steppers,
Mission of Burma,
David McCallum,
Lungfish,
JFA,
Fad Gadget,
Faust,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.