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 Russia and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Fela Kuti to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Shoche,
Khruangbin,
David McCallum,
the Normal,
Sparks,
Sun City Girls,
Brick,
John Foxx,
Scion,
The Leaves,
Unwound,
Model 500,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Teasers,
Eric Copeland,
Tres Demented,
The Red Krayola,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Style,
Anakelly,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monolake,
T. Rex,
Blossom Toes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Goldenarms,
Ludus,
Scientists,
Hashim,
Barry Ungar,
The Durutti Column,
Throbbing Gristle,
Guru Guru,
Pagans,
Sex Pistols,
10cc,
The Human League,
Brand Nubian,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monochrome Set,
Rufus Thomas,
Deakin,
Absolute Body Control,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q and Not U,
Josef K,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Near,
MC5,
Idris Muhammad,
Sixth Finger,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.