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 Sudan and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Joey Negro 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Idris Muhammad,
Ludus,
Barry Ungar,
The Raincoats,
the Germs,
Franke,
Newcleus,
MDC,
Cymande,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ice-T,
Alice Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Youth Brigade,
Lalann,
Bobby Sherman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pretty Things,
Visage,
Blossom Toes,
The Tremeloes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masters at Work,
Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slackers,
The J.B.'s,
Qualms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lower 48,
Fat Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Trojans,
Buzzcocks,
Whodini,
Con Funk Shun,
Q and Not U,
Max Romeo,
Malaria!,
Byron Stingily,
Public Enemy,
Tres Demented,
Suburban Knight,
The Barracudas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rod Modell,
Young Marble Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Deakin,
Neu!,
Brick,
The Moleskins,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.