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 Swaziland and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Johnny Clarke,
Grey Daturas,
Eli Mardock,
Cameo,
Kerri Chandler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pagans,
Lakeside,
Gichy Dan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minnie Riperton,
Mission of Burma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
Lyres,
The Techniques,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Velvet Underground,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shoche,
Robert Hood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Archie Shepp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agent Orange,
Talk Talk,
Maurizio,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young,
Minor Threat,
The Offenders,
The Invisible,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donny Hathaway,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Bowie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q65,
Qualms,
Ten City,
10cc,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eddi Front,
Fluxion,
Robert Görl,
Young Marble Giants,
Howard Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Barracudas,
Aural Exciters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gong,
Masters at Work,
Silicon Teens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Eden Ahbez,
Sex Pistols,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Leaves,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.