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 Syria and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Selecter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Camberwell Now,
Al Stewart,
Iggy Pop,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blancmange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Erasure,
Lou Reed,
Flamin' Groovies,
Can,
Lalann,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Evens,
Royal Trux,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pierre Henry,
The Star Department,
Pantaleimon,
Urselle,
the Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Offenders,
Delta 5,
Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Gang Starr,
Skarface,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Motions,
Panda Bear,
Easy Going,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Sherman,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Tremeloes,
Tommy Roe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Connie Case,
Warsaw,
Jacob Miller,
Pet Shop Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker,
Audionom,
Arcadia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Black Dice,
the Normal,
Vainqueur,
Peter & Gordon,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mummies,
Pulsallama,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Görl,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.