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 Norway and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Freddie Wadling,
Pierre Henry,
Warsaw,
Nils Olav,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter & Gordon,
Morten Harket,
Magma,
Lower 48,
Roger Hodgson,
Second Layer,
China Crisis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fall,
Stereo Dub,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brothers Johnson,
Eddi Front,
Bill Wells,
the Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fela Kuti,
Pussy Galore,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare,
KRS-One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Five Americans,
Yazoo,
The Gap Band,
Camberwell Now,
Inner City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slackers,
Zero Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Accadde A,
the Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
ABC,
Marc Almond,
Simply Red,
Talk Talk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
Janne Schatter,
Circle Jerks,
10cc,
Junior Murvin,
Arcadia,
Stetsasonic,
Depeche Mode,
Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Sister Nancy,
John Cale,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.