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 Bahrain 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lower 48,
Pole,
Wire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Machine,
Organ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Bill Near,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Connie Case,
Cecil Taylor,
One Last Wish,
Liliput,
Fat Boys,
Altered Images,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Womack,
Ludus,
Sex Pistols,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blues Magoos,
The Index,
Josef K,
Icehouse,
Outsiders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Severed Heads,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tommy Roe,
Tubeway Army,
The Invisible,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funkadelic,
Ultra Naté,
Nik Kershaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick May,
Arab on Radar,
Byron Stingily,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Infiniti,
Erykah Badu,
JFA,
Subhumans,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Darondo,
Leonard Cohen,
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.