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 Bulgaria 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blancmange to the punk 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Lindisfarne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun City Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cal Tjader,
The Wake,
The Kinks,
Tim Buckley,
Sonic Youth,
Crooked Eye,
JFA,
The Smoke,
The Martian,
Desert Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Mo-Dettes,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Adolescents,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mummies,
Boz Scaggs,
Skarface,
Slave,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
James White and The Blacks,
Sarah Menescal,
EPMD,
Jawbox,
Excepter,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-101,
Avey Tare,
Connie Case,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers,
Rod Modell,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Machine,
The Move,
John Foxx,
Man Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Scrapy,
Fad Gadget,
Whodini,
CMW,
R.M.O.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Selecter,
Deakin,
The Young Rascals,
Wire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.