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 the UAE 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grime 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
The Associates,
Crooked Eye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barry Ungar,
Tom Boy,
Ohio Players,
Oneida,
Inner City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sister Nancy,
Peter and Kerry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shuggie Otis,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ash Ra Tempel,
Byron Stingily,
The Misunderstood,
Gichy Dan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronan,
The Selecter,
Porter Ricks,
Piero Umiliani,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Letta Mbulu,
Absolute Body Control,
Wings,
Minnie Riperton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cramps,
Sixth Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Carl Craig,
Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Prince Buster,
the Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
Pet Shop Boys,
Easy Going,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young,
Model 500,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skriet,
Clear Light,
Essential Logic,
The Cure,
Ponytail,
Bobby Womack,
Lightning Bolt,
The Leaves,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Cal Tjader,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.