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 Samoa and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pharoah Sanders to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The New Christs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shuggie Otis,
Section 25,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Wyatt,
Drexciya,
the Normal,
Kas Product,
Chris Corsano,
Maleditus Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABBA,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Starr,
Bronski Beat,
Sun City Girls,
Patti Smith,
World's Most,
The Wake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reuben Wilson,
Television Personalities,
This Heat,
Oblivians,
Tom Boy,
Television,
The Monks,
Suburban Knight,
The Zeros,
Steve Hackett,
Alton Ellis,
Ponytail,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pierre Henry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Janne Schatter,
Toni Rubio,
Altered Images,
Tubeway Army,
The Moleskins,
Minutemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cybotron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Robert Hood,
Jerry's Kids,
Quantec,
Don Cherry,
Graham Central Station,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker,
Eric Dolphy,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.