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 Eritrea and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Wyatt to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Roxette,
Model 500,
The Black Dice,
The Pop Group,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joyce Sims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blues Magoos,
Suicide,
Ituana,
Theoretical Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gladiators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pussy Galore,
Godley & Creme,
Skaos,
Derrick May,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bob Dylan,
Sandy B,
The Residents,
Los Fastidios,
Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hashim,
Ponytail,
Hoover,
the Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Clear Light,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed,
This Heat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bush Tetras,
Magma,
The Kinks,
Rod Modell,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Görl,
Eve St. Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mummies,
Alison Limerick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.