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 Hungary 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 The Blues Magoos 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Ossler,
Ponytail,
Laurel Aitken,
Lakeside,
Nick Fraelich,
Suicide,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hashim,
Robert Hood,
Young Marble Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Essential Logic,
Goldenarms,
Aswad,
Kas Product,
Neil Young,
Agitation Free,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Machine,
Neu!,
Anakelly,
Arab on Radar,
David Bowie,
B.T. Express,
The United States of America,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Wells,
Blake Baxter,
La Düsseldorf,
Deadbeat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moebius,
Bang On A Can,
Tears for Fears,
Arcadia,
Rod Modell,
Cameo,
Joyce Sims,
Ludus,
In Retrospect,
Minutemen,
This Heat,
Harry Pussy,
June Days,
Soul Sonic Force,
PIL,
Bluetip,
Model 500,
Section 25,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Albert Ayler,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Toni Rubio,
Gang of Four,
Barrington Levy,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.