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 Tunisia and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Fela Kuti to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Wings,
Aswad,
Los Fastidios,
Fluxion,
Faraquet,
Glenn Branca,
Barrington Levy,
KRS-One,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare,
The United States of America,
R.M.O.,
Stereo Dub,
The Raincoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Martian,
FM Einheit,
AZ,
The Star Department,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerri Chandler,
Mars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sexual Harrassment,
Depeche Mode,
OOIOO,
Funkadelic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quantec,
The Gun Club,
Sandy B,
Half Japanese,
Nick Fraelich,
X-101,
Pantaleimon,
Bob Dylan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yellowson,
Arcadia,
David Axelrod,
Shoche,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Accadde A,
Lalo Schifrin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Excepter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lakeside,
Blancmange,
David Bowie,
Animal Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Hood,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.