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 Laos and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 H. Thieme to the rock 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
kango's stein massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smoke,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Wells,
In Retrospect,
Anthony Braxton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sister Nancy,
OOIOO,
Animal Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Lydon,
The Associates,
Intrusion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantytec,
Brick,
AZ,
Chris Corsano,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fela Kuti,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Bar-Kays,
Mad Mike,
Underground Resistance,
L. Decosne,
Blancmange,
Roger Hodgson,
The Standells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Glenn Branca,
B.T. Express,
The J.B.'s,
The Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swans,
ABBA,
Infiniti,
Skaos,
Lightning Bolt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lungfish,
Scientists,
Lou Reed,
Sarah Menescal,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.