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 Mozambique and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 Mad Mike to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Black Bananas,
Judy Mowatt,
The Durutti Column,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rapeman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül II,
Joyce Sims,
Mandrill,
The Gladiators,
Neu!,
Aaron Thompson,
The Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Wyatt,
MC5,
The Names,
Technova,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Hill,
Moby Grape,
Harmonia,
The Smoke,
Fad Gadget,
David Bowie,
K-Klass,
Joey Negro,
Soulsonic Force,
Lakeside,
the Germs,
Saccharine Trust,
Boredoms,
The Young Rascals,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Christie,
the Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
Pantytec,
Marvin Gaye,
Laurel Aitken,
Pierre Henry,
Deakin,
Black Sheep,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Supertramp,
Dead Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
FM Einheit,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Association,
Barry Ungar,
The Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Kinks,
Silicon Teens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.