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 Ecuador and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
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 rhodes 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 Lyres to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
John Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül II,
Black Bananas,
Michelle Simonal,
Scratch Acid,
Theoretical Girls,
Marmalade,
The Blues Magoos,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pop Group,
Maleditus Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Ten City,
Skarface,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moebius,
Judy Mowatt,
A Certain Ratio,
Banda Bassotti,
The Techniques,
Malaria!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warren Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agent Orange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Black Dice,
The Stooges,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sparks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Music Machine,
Monolake,
Barry Ungar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wings,
Roger Hodgson,
Adolescents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kenny Larkin,
Magazine,
Rotary Connection,
Oblivians,
Leonard Cohen,
the Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
Neu!,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxy Music,
Dead Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Accadde A,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.