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 Colombia and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Cameo,
Khruangbin,
Sparks,
Fatback Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
These Immortal Souls,
JFA,
Young Marble Giants,
Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tim Buckley,
Ten City,
Monolake,
Yaz,
Dual Sessions,
Oblivians,
Heaven 17,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
EPMD,
Depeche Mode,
Massinfluence,
Altered Images,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moody Blues,
Crooked Eye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ponytail,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül II,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Yusef Lateef,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Royal Trux,
Scrapy,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultravox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Womack,
Dark Day,
Sonic Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
The Happenings,
Wire,
Eric Dolphy,
Anthony Braxton,
Piero Umiliani,
The Offenders,
Skaos,
Andrew Hill,
The Human League,
The Gun Club,
Steve Hackett,
Fela Kuti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy Collins,
Blancmange,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.