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 Saudi Arabia and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tubeway Army to the punk 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Eden Ahbez,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra,
The Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stiv Bators,
Toni Rubio,
kango's stein massive,
Mad Mike,
Au Pairs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ice-T,
Lalann,
the Fania All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Walker Brothers,
Second Layer,
Black Pus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bizarre Inc.,
Supertramp,
Adolescents,
Qualms,
Liliput,
Grey Daturas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thee Headcoats,
World's Most,
Black Sheep,
Joey Negro,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lindisfarne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
Circle Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Main Source,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alphaville,
Los Fastidios,
Spandau Ballet,
Television,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Buckinghams,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.