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 Angola and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lebanon Hanover to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Wasted Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mummies,
The Gun Club,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Bourne,
Bob Dylan,
Barry Ungar,
Ituana,
Erasure,
Altered Images,
Black Bananas,
The Blackbyrds,
Aaron Thompson,
Hardrive,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra,
Das Ding,
Spoonie Gee,
Clear Light,
Wire,
Scrapy,
the Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Franke,
Gang Green,
Alison Limerick,
Lucky Dragons,
Erykah Badu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donny Hathaway,
Tommy Roe,
Morten Harket,
Barrington Levy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June of 44,
Little Man,
The Techniques,
Cluster,
Ten City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Supertramp,
Liliput,
Newcleus,
Minny Pops,
Agitation Free,
Leonard Cohen,
Boredoms,
Negative Approach,
Scientists,
Anthony Braxton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moleskins,
Nas,
The Knickerbockers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.