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 Brunei and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
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 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 The Golliwogs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Order,
10cc,
B.T. Express,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Starr,
Jacques Brel,
Joey Negro,
the Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Holt,
Bob Dylan,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Second Layer,
The Moleskins,
The J.B.'s,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moby Grape,
Tim Buckley,
The Five Americans,
Mad Mike,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MC5,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rites of Spring,
The Dirtbombs,
K-Klass,
The Beau Brummels,
Talk Talk,
Suicide,
Audionom,
Marine Girls,
Marmalade,
Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Surgeon,
Nils Olav,
FM Einheit,
Maurizio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hot Snakes,
Eli Mardock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick May,
Index,
Al Stewart,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Faraquet,
Scion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Flag,
Guru Guru,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.