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 Bolivia and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Sonny Sharrock to the funk 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Fatback Band,
Dave Gahan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ossler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Order,
Eddi Front,
Slick Rick,
The Misunderstood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Massinfluence,
The Vogues,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lightning Bolt,
Fat Boys,
The Seeds,
The Trojans,
R.M.O.,
Blossom Toes,
Nico,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Dolphy,
Marine Girls,
Icehouse,
Joensuu 1685,
Animal Collective,
Moss Icon,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soulsonic Force,
Lyres,
Interpol,
Colin Newman,
The Golliwogs,
The Smoke,
Theoretical Girls,
David Bowie,
Alison Limerick,
Funkadelic,
The Techniques,
The Searchers,
Wire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quando Quango,
Ronnie Foster,
Make Up,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Busters,
Brick,
Moebius,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dennis Brown,
Nils Olav,
Henry Cow,
Smog,
Derrick Morgan,
Tommy Roe,
Janne Schatter,
Nas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.