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 Iceland and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Prince Buster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young,
Joey Negro,
Sällskapet,
Grauzone,
The Invisible,
Nico,
Rufus Thomas,
Prince Buster,
Jerry's Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Slave,
Judy Mowatt,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul II Soul,
Rites of Spring,
Black Sheep,
Joe Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Loose Ends,
Model 500,
Soul Sonic Force,
K-Klass,
Roger Hodgson,
PIL,
Boz Scaggs,
Marvin Gaye,
Swans,
Japan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quantec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joyce Sims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Lungfish,
The Victims,
Bobby Womack,
The Trojans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Isaac Hayes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Parrish,
the Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Style,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
a-ha,
Erykah Badu,
X-102,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wire,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pierre Henry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Darondo,
Moby Grape,
Piero Umiliani,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.