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 Italy and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Misunderstood,
Aloha Tigers,
Nico,
John Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Model 500,
The Durutti Column,
Motorama,
Cheater Slicks,
Fad Gadget,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Age Steppers,
The Fortunes,
Jandek,
Panda Bear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stiv Bators,
The Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Blancmange,
Lyres,
Bobby Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
Black Pus,
Andrew Hill,
World's Most,
Darondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shuggie Otis,
Godley & Creme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oneida,
Josef K,
Warsaw,
Public Enemy,
Duran Duran,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronnie Foster,
John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Tommy Roe,
June of 44,
Wire,
Das Ding,
Camberwell Now,
Roger Hodgson,
Intrusion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Hood,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül II,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Idris Muhammad,
John Holt,
L. Decosne,
Smog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Outsiders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.