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 Palau and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 Gang of Four to the rock 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hasil Adkins,
Soulsonic Force,
June Days,
Vainqueur,
Niagra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jandek,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Hood,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Mills,
Lakeside,
Mantronix,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
a-ha,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Leonard Cohen,
Supertramp,
The Fugs,
Eve St. Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Stooges,
Theoretical Girls,
Organ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liliput,
Nico,
Lou Reed,
Symarip,
The Misunderstood,
Blossom Toes,
The Blues Magoos,
Magma,
Wings,
Jerry's Kids,
Joyce Sims,
Quantec,
The Last Poets,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Bananas,
K-Klass,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Lynne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Subhumans,
The Searchers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Japan,
Barry Ungar,
Janne Schatter,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Count Five,
Agent Orange,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.