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 Botswana and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Khruangbin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes 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?
UT,
Harry Pussy,
Oneida,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Style,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cramps,
Throbbing Gristle,
Motorama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxy Music,
Negative Approach,
The American Breed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pagans,
Angry Samoans,
The Searchers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nas,
Scientists,
The Litter,
The Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
Smog,
Ken Boothe,
The Doors,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
The Angels of Light,
Basic Channel,
The Smoke,
Guru Guru,
Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Stooges,
Cheater Slicks,
Fatback Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lindisfarne,
Interpol,
EPMD,
Magazine,
Monolake,
Lou Christie,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
Drexciya,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zapp,
Chris & Cosey,
Essential Logic,
ABBA,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.