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 Bremen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rap 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
June of 44,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scientists,
Clear Light,
H. Thieme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brothers Johnson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick May,
Warsaw,
Warren Ellis,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ohio Players,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Index,
Q and Not U,
Neu!,
Moby Grape,
The Fuzztones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arthur Verocai,
Blancmange,
Hoover,
Colin Newman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ituana,
Khruangbin,
The Martian,
Avey Tare,
The Last Poets,
Cheater Slicks,
Animal Collective,
Popol Vuh,
Toni Rubio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thee Headcoats,
LL Cool J,
Bush Tetras,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wire,
The Gories,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shuggie Otis,
The Durutti Column,
Y Pants,
Cluster,
Lindisfarne,
The Pretty Things,
FM Einheit,
Tears for Fears,
Dark Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cymande,
Blake Baxter,
David Axelrod,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.