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 Congo and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moody Blues to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Pantytec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pussy Galore,
Fluxion,
Simply Red,
Wire,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boz Scaggs,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Machine,
The Pop Group,
Suburban Knight,
Black Bananas,
The Neon Judgement,
KRS-One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glenn Branca,
Los Fastidios,
Byron Stingily,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Finger,
Model 500,
Ultra Naté,
Skarface,
Arthur Verocai,
The Black Dice,
Grey Daturas,
A Certain Ratio,
The Busters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Bourne,
Mr. Review,
Moebius,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Velvet Underground,
Terry Callier,
Funky Four + One,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Qualms,
Moby Grape,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minutemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
La Düsseldorf,
Kas Product,
a-ha,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Seeds,
Urselle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ohio Players,
Eddi Front,
Malaria!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.