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 Barbados and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 The Doobie Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Maurizio,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lightning Bolt,
The Residents,
The Mojo Men,
Chris & Cosey,
Minor Threat,
Underground Resistance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
H. Thieme,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Wells,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sonics,
The Kinks,
Donny Hathaway,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Count Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Supertramp,
Godley & Creme,
DNA,
Cluster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faraquet,
The Divine Comedy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quantec,
Metal Thangz,
Josef K,
Sixth Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Bluetip,
Robert Görl,
The Saints,
Urselle,
Maleditus Sound,
Outsiders,
Lungfish,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-102,
The Vogues,
Index,
Nico,
Robert Wyatt,
Rotary Connection,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MC5,
Derrick May,
The Dead C,
The Gladiators,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.