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 Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Colin Newman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arab on Radar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lakeside,
The Modern Lovers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cecil Taylor,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Wyatt,
New Age Steppers,
Anthony Braxton,
Slick Rick,
Michelle Simonal,
PIL,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Starr,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tommy Roe,
The Blackbyrds,
Mantronix,
Tubeway Army,
the Association,
The Gap Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thompson Twins,
Zapp,
The Zeros,
AZ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marvin Gaye,
Charles Mingus,
Archie Shepp,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Human League,
Bluetip,
OOIOO,
Kaleidoscope,
Pussy Galore,
Ponytail,
Prince Buster,
Deadbeat,
Howard Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Supertramp,
Todd Rundgren,
The Remains,
In Retrospect,
Marc Almond,
Kurtis Blow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Popol Vuh,
Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gories,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul II Soul,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.