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 Eritrea and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Erasure to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Television Personalities,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Misunderstood,
Boz Scaggs,
FM Einheit,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gong,
Stetsasonic,
Kayak,
Bad Manners,
Hardrive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Near,
The Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris Corsano,
Henry Cow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantaleimon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fear,
Dead Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Lakeside,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bronski Beat,
Moss Icon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scrapy,
Sex Pistols,
Babytalk,
Deepchord,
the Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Womack,
John Lydon,
Lightning Bolt,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Pole,
Ronnie Foster,
Eli Mardock,
Ludus,
Organ,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.