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 Somalia and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the dance 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barclay James Harvest,
David McCallum,
Alton Ellis,
Rekid,
Throbbing Gristle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Little Man,
The Star Department,
Parry Music,
Dennis Brown,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Black Dice,
OOIOO,
Icehouse,
The Blues Magoos,
Cybotron,
The Real Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Womack,
Black Bananas,
The United States of America,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalann,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Section 25,
Scratch Acid,
Zapp,
Ludus,
Saccharine Trust,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crooked Eye,
Gang of Four,
Niagra,
The Litter,
Davy DMX,
Roger Hodgson,
Fat Boys,
Depeche Mode,
John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantytec,
Unwound,
The Velvet Underground,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chrome,
Severed Heads,
Bang On A Can,
Motorama,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brick,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.