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 Egypt and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Bill Wells,
Basic Channel,
The Monochrome Set,
48th St. Collective,
Drexciya,
Jeff Mills,
Lakeside,
Terry Callier,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Procol Harum,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers,
Isaac Hayes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Section 25,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Alphaville,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
JFA,
Smog,
Vainqueur,
John Holt,
The Victims,
The Blackbyrds,
Monks,
Liliput,
The Evens,
Alison Limerick,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fad Gadget,
KRS-One,
Skriet,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kaleidoscope,
Donald Byrd,
the Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
The United States of America,
Black Moon,
Yusef Lateef,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Clarke,
the Germs,
The Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
UT,
Janne Schatter,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.