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 Belgium and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Lyres to the rap 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Nico 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 crunk 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Pole,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Enemy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris & Cosey,
the Germs,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultimate Spinach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang On A Can,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Near,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
X-Ray Spex,
Oblivians,
Maleditus Sound,
Supertramp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Don Cherry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minny Pops,
Radiohead,
Sarah Menescal,
Rotary Connection,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dave Gahan,
Neu!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boz Scaggs,
Skarface,
Lalann,
Fat Boys,
Siglo XX,
Kurtis Blow,
Quando Quango,
Underground Resistance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Last Poets,
These Immortal Souls,
The Stooges,
David McCallum,
T. Rex,
10cc,
Quantec,
The Red Krayola,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Darondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Funky Four + One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alton Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.