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 Morocco and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Shuggie Otis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Au Pairs,
Clear Light,
Gichy Dan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yellowson,
Chris & Cosey,
Idris Muhammad,
Qualms,
Inner City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Graham Central Station,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faust,
Dennis Brown,
The Real Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Busters,
Fatback Band,
Janne Schatter,
Scientists,
Mars,
Alton Ellis,
Symarip,
kango's stein massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerri Chandler,
Agent Orange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brass Construction,
The Pretty Things,
Magma,
Excepter,
The Victims,
Kas Product,
Henry Cow,
Alison Limerick,
CMW,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Colin Newman,
Eve St. Jones,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Clarke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Malaria!,
Deepchord,
The Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young,
Depeche Mode,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Görl,
Outsiders,
The Names,
Shoche,
the Normal,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.