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 Benin and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Moby Grape to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Mills,
Los Fastidios,
China Crisis,
Jacob Miller,
Malaria!,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Evens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Style,
Brass Construction,
Quando Quango,
Scion,
Sixth Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anthony Braxton,
T. Rex,
Vladislav Delay,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Metal Thangz,
Tom Boy,
Audionom,
Vainqueur,
Howard Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Unrelated Segments,
John Holt,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Remains,
Mark Hollis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Sneak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Depeche Mode,
The Real Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glenn Branca,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül II,
The Mummies,
The Smiths,
Monolake,
R.M.O.,
Bob Dylan,
Bauhaus,
K-Klass,
Alison Limerick,
The Grass Roots,
Porter Ricks,
Sister Nancy,
Tubeway Army,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
The American Breed,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.