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 Switzerland and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
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 oboe 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang On A Can,
Dennis Brown,
Con Funk Shun,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suicide,
Surgeon,
Bill Near,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Birthday Party,
China Crisis,
Pere Ubu,
Procol Harum,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gun Club,
Lindisfarne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suburban Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Durutti Column,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grey Daturas,
Morten Harket,
Monolake,
Sex Pistols,
Aaron Thompson,
Prince Buster,
Eric Copeland,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Japan,
Dark Day,
Bush Tetras,
Davy DMX,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Lydon,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Terry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
H. Thieme,
Terry Callier,
Organ,
The Divine Comedy,
Maurizio,
Sixth Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Pierre Henry,
FM Einheit,
Glenn Branca,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers,
the Normal,
Gang Green,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masters at Work,
Country Teasers,
Bad Manners,
Kas Product,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.