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 Bulgaria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Connie Case to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Tom Boy,
The Gun Club,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blancmange,
Joe Finger,
Agitation Free,
Lucky Dragons,
The Residents,
Peter and Kerry,
The Durutti Column,
Marvin Gaye,
Rod Modell,
Ituana,
The Trojans,
The Real Kids,
Technova,
Popol Vuh,
Inner City,
Circle Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Rundgren,
Angry Samoans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tommy Roe,
Charles Mingus,
Albert Ayler,
The Victims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terry Callier,
Joensuu 1685,
Nils Olav,
Absolute Body Control,
Sparks,
Shoche,
Nico,
The Smoke,
Juan Atkins,
Ludus,
Quadrant,
Harmonia,
Newcleus,
The Remains,
Soul II Soul,
Tim Buckley,
Black Bananas,
Hardrive,
FM Einheit,
The Mummies,
the Swans,
Flipper,
Wire,
The Misunderstood,
Lower 48,
Drexciya,
Johnny Clarke,
Ossler,
The Dirtbombs,
The American Breed,
Jacques Brel,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.