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 Austria and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Lower 48 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reuben Wilson,
The Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Gang of Four,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
The Residents,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
The Remains,
Average White Band,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dawn Penn,
Guru Guru,
Max Romeo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Foxx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Hill,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül II,
Oblivians,
Crooked Eye,
The J.B.'s,
Throbbing Gristle,
Subhumans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris & Cosey,
Lyres,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Accadde A,
The American Breed,
Camouflage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ossler,
Dave Gahan,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Görl,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alice Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Second Layer,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gories,
Fatback Band,
Al Stewart,
Adolescents,
The Associates,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slave,
Donald Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.