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 Haiti and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Boz Scaggs to the rap 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Dirtbombs,
Hashim,
Lakeside,
Tommy Roe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Supertramp,
Mantronix,
Bill Near,
Underground Resistance,
the Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Donny Hathaway,
Rosa Yemen,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smiths,
Au Pairs,
The Gap Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Blossom Toes,
New Order,
Ituana,
Barry Ungar,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Wyatt,
Section 25,
Godley & Creme,
Heaven 17,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Bananas,
The United States of America,
Ponytail,
Eddi Front,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fat Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Inner City,
Talk Talk,
Tubeway Army,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oblivians,
Tom Boy,
Pylon,
June of 44,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Young Rascals,
Bang On A Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Darondo,
Gang of Four,
Slave,
Echospace,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.