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 Tanzania and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
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 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 The American Breed to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Barry Ungar,
The Doors,
Banda Bassotti,
Glenn Branca,
Pole,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scrapy,
John Foxx,
The Black Dice,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Darondo,
ABC,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Soft Cell,
Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun City Girls,
Unwound,
Accadde A,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
Wally Richardson,
Buzzcocks,
Massinfluence,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
Soft Machine,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Surgeon,
Thompson Twins,
Camberwell Now,
New Order,
Visage,
Robert Görl,
The Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Lyres,
Sixth Finger,
Lower 48,
Q and Not U,
Clear Light,
The Toasters,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronnie Foster,
The Five Americans,
Marmalade,
Half Japanese,
Rakim,
Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.