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 Guinea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Neu! to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Simply Red,
John Coltrane,
Adolescents,
Goldenarms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Smog,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry's Kids,
The New Christs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
Jandek,
Aural Exciters,
Jawbox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
PIL,
Kas Product,
The Dead C,
Groovy Waters,
Von Mondo,
Prince Buster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantaleimon,
Swell Maps,
Dual Sessions,
Symarip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Guru Guru,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Saccharine Trust,
Agitation Free,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Womack,
The Angels of Light,
The Slits,
Visage,
Marine Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Victims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Standells,
The Evens,
The Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mo-Dettes,
The Last Poets,
OOIOO,
Eric Copeland,
Sparks,
Arthur Verocai,
Arab on Radar,
Absolute Body Control,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.