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 Yemen and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 J.B.'s to the crunk 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
cv313,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glenn Branca,
Black Sheep,
Khruangbin,
Moebius,
Pantaleimon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythm & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Ohio Players,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
The New Christs,
Franke,
Pulsallama,
Bizarre Inc.,
Prince Buster,
Negative Approach,
Excepter,
Accadde A,
Loose Ends,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ice-T,
Dave Gahan,
The Velvet Underground,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Whodini,
Colin Newman,
The Searchers,
Laurel Aitken,
Buzzcocks,
The Birthday Party,
Index,
UT,
Rapeman,
K-Klass,
Ponytail,
Minny Pops,
The Stooges,
Flipper,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Invisible,
Qualms,
Yellowson,
Goldenarms,
Al Stewart,
The Standells,
One Last Wish,
Mission of Burma,
Unwound,
Eric Dolphy,
R.M.O.,
T. Rex,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Fraelich,
The Happenings,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.