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 Denmark and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lightning Bolt to the crunk 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Japan,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Clarke,
Infiniti,
Alice Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brothers Johnson,
L. Decosne,
The Happenings,
Patti Smith,
B.T. Express,
Blancmange,
Motorama,
John Holt,
Stetsasonic,
Deadbeat,
U.S. Maple,
The Associates,
Laurel Aitken,
Glenn Branca,
Dead Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dave Gahan,
The Blackbyrds,
Schoolly D,
The Searchers,
the Soft Cell,
Yaz,
Khruangbin,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Sneak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nas,
Faust,
Aural Exciters,
Eli Mardock,
World's Most,
Josef K,
The Fall,
Peter and Kerry,
The Angels of Light,
The Durutti Column,
Interpol,
Donald Byrd,
Outsiders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dead C,
Franke,
PIL,
Bobby Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maleditus Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funky Four + One,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.