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 Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Black Pus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Hood,
Adolescents,
Drexciya,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nico,
Average White Band,
Ohio Players,
Brick,
H. Thieme,
Rufus Thomas,
Minnie Riperton,
The J.B.'s,
Wally Richardson,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Womack,
The Angels of Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Freddie Wadling,
Japan,
Porter Ricks,
Arab on Radar,
Jandek,
Symarip,
Kas Product,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed,
the Normal,
Fatback Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Excepter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pussy Galore,
Davy DMX,
Robert Görl,
Yellowson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris Corsano,
The Birthday Party,
T.S.O.L.,
The Busters,
Crispian St. Peters,
L. Decosne,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Neon Judgement,
Swell Maps,
Brothers Johnson,
Supertramp,
Hardrive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q and Not U,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Human League,
Anakelly,
Amazonics,
Tim Buckley,
Sight & Sound,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.