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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Fat Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Darondo,
The Evens,
U.S. Maple,
Sound Behaviour,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television,
Index,
Kas Product,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pole,
Pagans,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxette,
Infiniti,
Make Up,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Searchers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sugar Minott,
Zapp,
Schoolly D,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crooked Eye,
Colin Newman,
Rakim,
JFA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Au Pairs,
FM Einheit,
Cymande,
Motorama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronan,
Chrome,
Roger Hodgson,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultravox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Babytalk,
Junior Murvin,
Easy Going,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cure,
Section 25,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ten City,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Slits,
David Axelrod,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Mandrill,
Neu!,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.