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 Singapore and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Delta 5 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
The Seeds,
Television Personalities,
Boredoms,
David McCallum,
Henry Cow,
New York Dolls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
World's Most,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantytec,
Bluetip,
The Skatalites,
Parry Music,
The Litter,
Icehouse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minor Threat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Organ,
La Düsseldorf,
Severed Heads,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed,
The Music Machine,
Kas Product,
Circle Jerks,
Connie Case,
Jeff Mills,
Loose Ends,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faust,
Q and Not U,
Albert Ayler,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
Subhumans,
Crime,
Black Pus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fugazi,
Dead Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Joy Division,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skarface,
The Saints,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warren Ellis,
Model 500,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.