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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Livin' Joy 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Inner City,
E-Dancer,
Livin' Joy,
Glenn Branca,
Scion,
Visage,
Amon Düül,
Technova,
The Dirtbombs,
John Holt,
Jeff Mills,
Grauzone,
T.S.O.L.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moody Blues,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Zeros,
Smog,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lungfish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nirvana,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monochrome Set,
Rapeman,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Wyatt,
Zapp,
Sister Nancy,
Warren Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Human League,
Organ,
Ludus,
Pantytec,
a-ha,
Intrusion,
Loose Ends,
Robert Görl,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra,
Tommy Roe,
Al Stewart,
Malaria!,
The Grass Roots,
These Immortal Souls,
Desert Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cramps,
Rotary Connection,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Teasers,
Marmalade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.