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 Taiwan and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Barrington Levy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Shuggie Otis,
Quadrant,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fall,
Pharoah Sanders,
Surgeon,
John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Tres Demented,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Pus,
The Sound,
Ice-T,
Joy Division,
Mark Hollis,
Pierre Henry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Near,
Piero Umiliani,
E-Dancer,
The New Christs,
Wolf Eyes,
The Pretty Things,
Toni Rubio,
The Remains,
The Count Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Rufus Thomas,
Buzzcocks,
The Motions,
Magazine,
The Skatalites,
Neu!,
Radio Birdman,
EPMD,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yazoo,
Make Up,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nation of Ulysses,
Loose Ends,
Sarah Menescal,
MDC,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris Corsano,
The United States of America,
The Blackbyrds,
Byron Stingily,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.