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 Solomon Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 AZ to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Aswad,
The Happenings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerri Chandler,
Moebius,
La Düsseldorf,
Newcleus,
Fugazi,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Skatalites,
Cluster,
Blossom Toes,
The Vogues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magazine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sight & Sound,
Pylon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry's Kids,
the Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Blake Baxter,
Mo-Dettes,
The American Breed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barbara Tucker,
PIL,
ABC,
Joyce Sims,
Roger Hodgson,
Fluxion,
T. Rex,
Black Pus,
Eric Copeland,
The Moody Blues,
Panda Bear,
Drexciya,
Joey Negro,
Television Personalities,
Thompson Twins,
Radiohead,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
LL Cool J,
Arcadia,
Derrick Morgan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wolf Eyes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nils Olav,
Alphaville,
Joensuu 1685,
Tim Buckley,
Janne Schatter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Trumans Water,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.