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 Venezuela 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Accadde A to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moody Blues,
Idris Muhammad,
Lyres,
UT,
The Gories,
Swell Maps,
Michelle Simonal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sight & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Deadbeat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Blake Baxter,
PIL,
Althea and Donna,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
the Germs,
Scrapy,
Cymande,
Sun Ra,
The Monochrome Set,
Sandy B,
Yusef Lateef,
Talk Talk,
MC5,
Funky Four + One,
The Kinks,
Kayak,
Easy Going,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Al Stewart,
DJ Sneak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nils Olav,
Trumans Water,
The Monks,
Y Pants,
Terrestrial Tones,
F. McDonald,
Franke,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül II,
Maleditus Sound,
Can,
Severed Heads,
Bush Tetras,
Make Up,
Tropical Tobacco,
Excepter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scratch Acid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.