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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sisters of Mercy to the rock 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Leaves,
The Moleskins,
Al Stewart,
Unwound,
Fugazi,
Juan Atkins,
Niagra,
Liliput,
Cecil Taylor,
Average White Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Monks,
Infiniti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agitation Free,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Hill,
The Kinks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donny Hathaway,
Television Personalities,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Rundgren,
Brick,
AZ,
Hardrive,
The Remains,
The Red Krayola,
Tres Demented,
Don Cherry,
Kas Product,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cowsills,
Arthur Verocai,
Marmalade,
Lungfish,
The Zeros,
Subhumans,
Young Marble Giants,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra,
Wire,
The Monochrome Set,
Quando Quango,
Reagan Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers,
Qualms,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Order,
Donald Byrd,
The Barracudas,
Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
Scratch Acid,
PIL,
Roxy Music,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.