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 Micronesia and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Yazoo to the rock 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Marvin Gaye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delta 5,
Max Romeo,
Byron Stingily,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yusef Lateef,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Second Layer,
Ronnie Foster,
Arcadia,
DJ Style,
Mandrill,
Anthony Braxton,
The Zeros,
Jeff Mills,
Blancmange,
Black Flag,
Rekid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donald Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Boz Scaggs,
Joey Negro,
Davy DMX,
Eli Mardock,
The Gun Club,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Halsall,
Arab on Radar,
These Immortal Souls,
Cameo,
Jeff Lynne,
Henry Cow,
Subhumans,
Harmonia,
the Normal,
Robert Hood,
Buzzcocks,
Zero Boys,
Scion,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Searchers,
Joe Finger,
OOIOO,
Gabor Szabo,
Charles Mingus,
Dead Boys,
Pylon,
Guru Guru,
Hashim,
Schoolly D,
Stetsasonic,
F. McDonald,
Jandek,
Crooked Eye,
Swell Maps,
Bad Manners,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.