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 Lithuania and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Archie Shepp to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Josef K,
Zero Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
New Order,
Minnie Riperton,
Slave,
The Cure,
Whodini,
Sun City Girls,
Severed Heads,
The Blues Magoos,
Cluster,
Ohio Players,
Nico,
Mandrill,
Bauhaus,
Motorama,
Joe Finger,
The Real Kids,
Drexciya,
Scan 7,
Eric Copeland,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantaleimon,
Nils Olav,
Theoretical Girls,
Aural Exciters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris Corsano,
Mark Hollis,
Iggy Pop,
Das Ding,
Con Funk Shun,
The Last Poets,
Kayak,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Pus,
Patti Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Sister Nancy,
kango's stein massive,
Fluxion,
New Age Steppers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Essential Logic,
MC5,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pretty Things,
Leonard Cohen,
Terry Callier,
Ituana,
Stetsasonic,
Bang On A Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Zeros,
Pierre Henry,
Idris Muhammad,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.