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 Ethiopia and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Offenders to the rock 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Nick Fraelich,
Minnie Riperton,
Skarface,
Iggy Pop,
Arab on Radar,
Josef K,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül,
Das Ding,
Yusef Lateef,
Spoonie Gee,
New Order,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Kinks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
K-Klass,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Golliwogs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Motorama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Henry Cow,
Joey Negro,
Barry Ungar,
the Germs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mantronix,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suicide,
David Bowie,
Pantaleimon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Almond,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Fad Gadget,
Mandrill,
Panda Bear,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slackers,
Janne Schatter,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Rundgren,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
LL Cool J,
Heaven 17,
Alice Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
The Dirtbombs,
Youth Brigade,
D'Angelo,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.