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 Oman and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 China Crisis to the crunk 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Lakeside,
Stiv Bators,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalann,
The Slackers,
Patti Smith,
Silicon Teens,
the Bar-Kays,
Essential Logic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The New Christs,
Qualms,
Wally Richardson,
Eddi Front,
Inner City,
Adolescents,
Infiniti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Danielle Patucci,
Fela Kuti,
A Certain Ratio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Das Ding,
The Gap Band,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siglo XX,
Eric Dolphy,
Television,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Five Americans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül II,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Wells,
Bang On A Can,
Dave Gahan,
Barbara Tucker,
Liliput,
Make Up,
Boredoms,
Nik Kershaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Human League,
the Germs,
Black Pus,
Kayak,
the Normal,
X-102,
Yazoo,
Model 500,
Stetsasonic,
Donald Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moby Grape,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.