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 Honduras and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cheater Slicks to the funk 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cramps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Newcleus,
Lindisfarne,
New York Dolls,
Barbara Tucker,
Aswad,
The Cure,
Motorama,
The Blackbyrds,
Young Marble Giants,
Gichy Dan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Half Japanese,
The Slackers,
the Human League,
Neil Young,
The Selecter,
Todd Terry,
The Sonics,
Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pussy Galore,
Rapeman,
Jandek,
F. McDonald,
Blancmange,
Ohio Players,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fat Boys,
Oneida,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Sherman,
The Skatalites,
The Red Krayola,
Lebanon Hanover,
Das Ding,
Zapp,
Circle Jerks,
Surgeon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dark Day,
Franke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris & Cosey,
Heaven 17,
Delon & Dalcan,
Subhumans,
Flash Fearless,
Interpol,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter and Kerry,
Supertramp,
Wings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Procol Harum,
Sight & Sound,
Adolescents,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.