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 Georgia and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tom Verlaine 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 James White and The Blacks to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Supertramp,
Agitation Free,
Tommy Roe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cluster,
Judy Mowatt,
David Axelrod,
Bad Manners,
The Vogues,
Television,
Inner City,
The Selecter,
The Leaves,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pussy Galore,
The Golliwogs,
Black Sheep,
Oblivians,
the Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang On A Can,
Crooked Eye,
Mandrill,
Schoolly D,
Bill Wells,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sixth Finger,
Lakeside,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Altered Images,
Animal Collective,
Model 500,
Excepter,
Hardrive,
Slave,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Enemy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Malaria!,
Vainqueur,
Alison Limerick,
Arab on Radar,
Chris Corsano,
Livin' Joy,
Young Marble Giants,
Quadrant,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masters at Work,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiohead,
Lucky Dragons,
Dennis Brown,
Underground Resistance,
Ken Boothe,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.