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 Benin and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fela Kuti to the jazz 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Kayak,
Television,
FM Einheit,
Wings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
CMW,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
Brothers Johnson,
Monks,
Camouflage,
Eddi Front,
John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Babytalk,
Deakin,
Gang of Four,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Malaria!,
The Slackers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Colin Newman,
The Music Machine,
Model 500,
the Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Dead Boys,
KRS-One,
Harry Pussy,
Young Marble Giants,
John Holt,
John Foxx,
The Residents,
Lakeside,
Joyce Sims,
Cluster,
Derrick May,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moleskins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Cybotron,
Buzzcocks,
Youth Brigade,
Slave,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lightning Bolt,
R.M.O.,
Janne Schatter,
Albert Ayler,
Radio Birdman,
Peter and Kerry,
Max Romeo,
Roxy Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Finger,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.