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 Netherlands and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 R.M.O. to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Zeros,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visage,
Make Up,
AZ,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Sneak,
Kayak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Buckinghams,
Bad Manners,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Clarke,
The Last Poets,
Eden Ahbez,
Tres Demented,
Blossom Toes,
Adolescents,
Ultra Naté,
Gabor Szabo,
Joensuu 1685,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
The Knickerbockers,
Yellowson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Graham Central Station,
The Slits,
Pagans,
Guru Guru,
Audionom,
Rekid,
Arthur Verocai,
Judy Mowatt,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacques Brel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rod Modell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Idris Muhammad,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxette,
Infiniti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thee Headcoats,
Camberwell Now,
Television,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Techniques,
The Black Dice,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.