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 Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Piero Umiliani to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chrome,
Alton Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Pantaleimon,
The Real Kids,
Althea and Donna,
Max Romeo,
DJ Style,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Dead Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Scan 7,
The Slackers,
The Blackbyrds,
John Lydon,
Groovy Waters,
Alphaville,
K-Klass,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Evens,
The Gun Club,
Y Pants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oblivians,
Bizarre Inc.,
10cc,
Black Bananas,
Tubeway Army,
Isaac Hayes,
Panda Bear,
Depeche Mode,
These Immortal Souls,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABBA,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Moon,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Talk Talk,
Robert Hood,
Siglo XX,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drexciya,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arcadia,
Organ,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.