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 Chile and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 Bobby Womack to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mr. Review,
The Monochrome Set,
The Move,
Wire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bob Dylan,
Icehouse,
the Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pylon,
Prince Buster,
Marc Almond,
Zapp,
Connie Case,
Half Japanese,
Rosa Yemen,
Whodini,
The Smoke,
Sixth Finger,
Drexciya,
Young Marble Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Simply Red,
Television Personalities,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Green,
This Heat,
The Velvet Underground,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tears for Fears,
Yusef Lateef,
Warren Ellis,
Cymande,
Graham Central Station,
Hot Snakes,
Danielle Patucci,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Christie,
Crooked Eye,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Clarke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Juan Atkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
Blake Baxter,
New Order,
Television,
Pantaleimon,
The Slits,
Magma,
Barbara Tucker,
PIL,
Black Flag,
The Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.