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 Romania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Motions,
L. Decosne,
Pole,
Black Flag,
The Mojo Men,
Wire,
Bob Dylan,
the Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Finger,
Kayak,
Von Mondo,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Essential Logic,
Adolescents,
Lou Christie,
The Doors,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Searchers,
Hashim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Sonics,
Moby Grape,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fad Gadget,
The Human League,
Intrusion,
The Moody Blues,
Ultra Naté,
Girls At Our Best!,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacques Brel,
The Durutti Column,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pylon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
The Skatalites,
John Cale,
Bauhaus,
The Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Stiv Bators,
Swell Maps,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fat Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
The Litter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flash Fearless,
The Vogues,
Yaz,
Simply Red,
Erasure,
The Gap Band,
Dawn Penn,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.