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 Monaco and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hashim to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
48th St. Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Interpol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ten City,
Rufus Thomas,
Crash Course in Science,
The Associates,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
The Cure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Davy DMX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hashim,
Brick,
Sex Pistols,
Scratch Acid,
Tres Demented,
Alice Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Warsaw,
The Birthday Party,
Con Funk Shun,
Wasted Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Skatalites,
China Crisis,
Scientists,
Tommy Roe,
Dave Gahan,
Clear Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonny Sharrock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Model 500,
Mars,
Liliput,
Country Teasers,
The Walker Brothers,
Supertramp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donny Hathaway,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blackbyrds,
Vainqueur,
Roxy Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Graham Central Station,
Niagra,
Gong,
Wolf Eyes,
Ice-T,
The Music Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.