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 Spain and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Pere Ubu to the electroclash 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 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 Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Little Man,
Gil Scott Heron,
KRS-One,
The Moleskins,
Blake Baxter,
10cc,
Cameo,
Tres Demented,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Red Krayola,
Fela Kuti,
The Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Robert Görl,
Public Enemy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Ornette Coleman,
Darondo,
Barry Ungar,
Mantronix,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra,
The Music Machine,
FM Einheit,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Interpol,
Au Pairs,
Guru Guru,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Banda Bassotti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quando Quango,
Sight & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Dead Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Moon,
Main Source,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül II,
Nas,
Sonic Youth,
Scan 7,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Womack,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Knickerbockers,
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.