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 Bangladesh and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 James White and The Blacks to the grunge 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Anakelly,
The Count Five,
Suicide,
Funky Four + One,
Maurizio,
Todd Terry,
Hardrive,
ABC,
Thee Headcoats,
Ohio Players,
Roxy Music,
kango's stein massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Faust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agitation Free,
Mark Hollis,
Scrapy,
Davy DMX,
Malaria!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerri Chandler,
Mad Mike,
Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rod Modell,
The United States of America,
Steve Hackett,
Nas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül II,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glenn Branca,
Minutemen,
Eric Copeland,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Archie Shepp,
Bauhaus,
Monolake,
Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
H. Thieme,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slackers,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arab on Radar,
Stiv Bators,
Goldenarms,
Banda Bassotti,
Blake Baxter,
New Order,
Amon Düül,
Brick,
Wings,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.