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 Latvia and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fall,
Andrew Hill,
The Motions,
the Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gong,
Pierre Henry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül II,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swans,
Kayak,
Eli Mardock,
Eden Ahbez,
Leonard Cohen,
Groovy Waters,
Index,
Hashim,
The Five Americans,
Bad Manners,
Bronski Beat,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Busters,
A Certain Ratio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dawn Penn,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Simply Red,
Nico,
The Toasters,
Sugar Minott,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers,
The Searchers,
Young Marble Giants,
Popol Vuh,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Camouflage,
Harmonia,
The J.B.'s,
David Bowie,
Y Pants,
Sandy B,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
cv313,
Dave Gahan,
Schoolly D,
Tim Buckley,
The Birthday Party,
Sam Rivers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Charles Mingus,
Glenn Branca,
The Moleskins,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.