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 Bolivia and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Johnny Osbourne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Sixth Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Music Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Hot Snakes,
Dawn Penn,
Skriet,
Pussy Galore,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Bananas,
Arthur Verocai,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
FM Einheit,
Bluetip,
Fela Kuti,
Cal Tjader,
Zero Boys,
The Gladiators,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boredoms,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABBA,
Jeff Lynne,
Surgeon,
The Raincoats,
Maurizio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moebius,
The Gories,
Dual Sessions,
The Leaves,
Quadrant,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funky Four + One,
Malaria!,
Kenny Larkin,
John Cale,
Technova,
Ronan,
Bill Near,
Jandek,
Quantec,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABC,
The Monks,
Public Enemy,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.