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 Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Ornette Coleman to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Wake,
Black Bananas,
The Gories,
The Busters,
Loose Ends,
Yaz,
Flipper,
Graham Central Station,
Zapp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anakelly,
DJ Sneak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tim Buckley,
The Cowsills,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalann,
ABC,
Arthur Verocai,
Cymande,
Arcadia,
Funky Four + One,
Suburban Knight,
Procol Harum,
Cameo,
Quando Quango,
The Victims,
Archie Shepp,
Cal Tjader,
Porter Ricks,
The Invisible,
Alphaville,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Subhumans,
The Leaves,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang On A Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Ituana,
Traffic Nightmare,
Japan,
Scion,
Kaleidoscope,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Enemy,
The Monks,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare,
Kenny Larkin,
X-102,
Fela Kuti,
Neu!,
Ten City,
X-Ray Spex,
Half Japanese,
Pantaleimon,
Rotary Connection,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.