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 China and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
China Crisis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Royal Trux,
Slick Rick,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Görl,
The Cure,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare,
Outsiders,
Malaria!,
PIL,
Visage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kayak,
Smog,
Don Cherry,
Lindisfarne,
The Cramps,
Al Stewart,
Funkadelic,
Gang of Four,
Buzzcocks,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young,
Eli Mardock,
Desert Stars,
New Order,
Fluxion,
Blake Baxter,
Donny Hathaway,
Drexciya,
The Blackbyrds,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skaos,
MDC,
Moby Grape,
Negative Approach,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Wake,
Tubeway Army,
Ludus,
U.S. Maple,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gong,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonic Youth,
Henry Cow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liliput,
The Young Rascals,
The Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sonics,
the Normal,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.