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 Dominican Republic and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 cv313 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Schoolly D,
Rites of Spring,
The Human League,
Niagra,
Gang Starr,
Robert Görl,
Drexciya,
The Star Department,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arthur Verocai,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacques Brel,
Duran Duran,
Alton Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
Dawn Penn,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
The Leaves,
MC5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unwound,
Cymande,
The American Breed,
Rotary Connection,
Eve St. Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Sight & Sound,
Harmonia,
Laurel Aitken,
Smog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mad Mike,
David McCallum,
Angry Samoans,
Excepter,
The Standells,
Public Enemy,
48th St. Collective,
Essential Logic,
DJ Sneak,
Supertramp,
Ossler,
Bill Near,
the Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker,
Porter Ricks,
Television Personalities,
The Moleskins,
The Techniques,
Tres Demented,
Barry Ungar,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.