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 Mongolia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Boredoms to the techno 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan 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 Red Krayola,
Infiniti,
Jerry's Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camberwell Now,
Banda Bassotti,
Oblivians,
Albert Ayler,
The Real Kids,
Vainqueur,
Liliput,
Don Cherry,
Bauhaus,
Arab on Radar,
Aloha Tigers,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed,
The Leaves,
The Smoke,
Eric Copeland,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mark Hollis,
Unwound,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Pus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fall,
Y Pants,
H. Thieme,
The Monochrome Set,
Harmonia,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
Newcleus,
Bill Wells,
Glambeats Corp.,
JFA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crooked Eye,
Sex Pistols,
Trumans Water,
Pulsallama,
Model 500,
Absolute Body Control,
Tom Boy,
Mars,
Drexciya,
Dave Gahan,
Hashim,
Yazoo,
Accadde A,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Symarip,
The Motions,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.