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 Liechtenstein and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tubeway Army to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deepchord,
Donny Hathaway,
Toni Rubio,
Sex Pistols,
Eve St. Jones,
Alphaville,
Lakeside,
Rotary Connection,
Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Association,
New Order,
John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Fraelich,
Scientists,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Groovy Waters,
Sister Nancy,
E-Dancer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lindisfarne,
Sight & Sound,
Von Mondo,
Derrick May,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lucky Dragons,
New York Dolls,
Outsiders,
The Fall,
Icehouse,
Monks,
The Gories,
Oblivians,
David Bowie,
U.S. Maple,
Junior Murvin,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalann,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Smog,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül II,
Faraquet,
Funkadelic,
Mandrill,
Sandy B,
Radiohead,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.