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 Ireland and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Accadde A to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
H. Thieme,
The Searchers,
The Star Department,
Chris & Cosey,
Depeche Mode,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maurizio,
Whodini,
Davy DMX,
The Mojo Men,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Fraelich,
Henry Cow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Vogues,
Brick,
Rod Modell,
Eric Dolphy,
Ken Boothe,
Adolescents,
The Dirtbombs,
The Raincoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Christie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monolake,
Pole,
The Monks,
The Moleskins,
Hot Snakes,
Mo-Dettes,
Rites of Spring,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moby Grape,
Fat Boys,
Basic Channel,
cv313,
Anakelly,
The Fugs,
John Foxx,
Cheater Slicks,
Cameo,
Q65,
John Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
Sugar Minott,
Lee Hazlewood,
Circle Jerks,
Scrapy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scion,
Skriet,
Marc Almond,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Byrd,
UT,
Outsiders,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.