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 Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 FM Einheit to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
Fatback Band,
Organ,
Sister Nancy,
Black Moon,
Fad Gadget,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Malaria!,
Rakim,
Excepter,
Visage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker,
New York Dolls,
The New Christs,
Sam Rivers,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young,
Barry Ungar,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Hill,
Harmonia,
Godley & Creme,
Byron Stingily,
Dennis Brown,
Magazine,
Agent Orange,
Althea and Donna,
PIL,
Brass Construction,
Sonic Youth,
Slave,
Arcadia,
Metal Thangz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quantec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Rites of Spring,
Qualms,
Barbara Tucker,
The Toasters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
In Retrospect,
Max Romeo,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Bar-Kays,
Schoolly D,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.