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 Congo and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
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 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Dead C,
The Gladiators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tears for Fears,
Spoonie Gee,
Das Ding,
Ludus,
Ossler,
Scrapy,
Lower 48,
The Golliwogs,
The Fall,
The Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
John Foxx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Charles Mingus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The United States of America,
The Barracudas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacob Miller,
Jawbox,
The Knickerbockers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eurythmics,
Zero Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Albert Ayler,
Khruangbin,
Lucky Dragons,
L. Decosne,
the Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Fear,
D'Angelo,
The Five Americans,
Smog,
Alice Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
Slave,
Flipper,
Angry Samoans,
Interpol,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxette,
David Bowie,
The Victims,
Piero Umiliani,
Essential Logic,
Laurel Aitken,
Cheater Slicks,
Fatback Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter and Kerry,
Bluetip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Technova,
Q65,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.