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 Bulgaria and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sarah Menescal to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Green,
Hasil Adkins,
Loose Ends,
Roxy Music,
Audionom,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dawn Penn,
Archie Shepp,
These Immortal Souls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry's Kids,
Zapp,
Grey Daturas,
Yazoo,
June of 44,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mad Mike,
Television Personalities,
Jacques Brel,
Bluetip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cowsills,
Hot Snakes,
Negative Approach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Smog,
Lou Christie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Sheep,
Livin' Joy,
K-Klass,
Bobby Womack,
Dave Gahan,
The Zeros,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mark Hollis,
The Blackbyrds,
World's Most,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra,
Stetsasonic,
CMW,
Bootsy Collins,
Rotary Connection,
Dual Sessions,
Ituana,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Parrish,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.