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 Algeria and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Davy DMX to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Pere Ubu,
The Happenings,
Qualms,
Barbara Tucker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Womack,
T. Rex,
Tommy Roe,
LL Cool J,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
K-Klass,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Idris Muhammad,
Au Pairs,
The Blues Magoos,
Cybotron,
Grauzone,
Kerri Chandler,
Marmalade,
Von Mondo,
Bush Tetras,
Chris & Cosey,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young,
R.M.O.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül II,
H. Thieme,
Cecil Taylor,
The Last Poets,
Surgeon,
The Toasters,
Pylon,
Hoover,
Tres Demented,
Hasil Adkins,
The Evens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
Rites of Spring,
Swell Maps,
Albert Ayler,
The Index,
MDC,
MC5,
Stiv Bators,
Drexciya,
Public Enemy,
The Monks,
New Order,
Lindisfarne,
Yellowson,
Judy Mowatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joensuu 1685,
The Standells,
Nas,
Goldenarms,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.