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 Morocco and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Archie Shepp to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas 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?
Bobby Womack,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blossom Toes,
Newcleus,
Motorama,
Jerry's Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Suburban Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pop Group,
The Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
The Skatalites,
Magma,
The Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Style,
Todd Terry,
This Heat,
Q and Not U,
Youth Brigade,
The Slackers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Black Sheep,
ABC,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Martian,
The Associates,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Germs,
The Doors,
Sound Behaviour,
Dawn Penn,
Absolute Body Control,
Terry Callier,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sight & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Rundgren,
The Neon Judgement,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skarface,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hoover,
CMW,
The Star Department,
Terrestrial Tones,
Inner City,
Darondo,
Quando Quango,
Talk Talk,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.