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 Honduras and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Funky Four + One to the dance 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Jandek,
Radiohead,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gong,
Lucky Dragons,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oblivians,
Sun City Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Josef K,
The Raincoats,
Slick Rick,
Roger Hodgson,
Scratch Acid,
Dennis Brown,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chrome,
Bob Dylan,
La Düsseldorf,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pere Ubu,
K-Klass,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bluetip,
The Real Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
Tres Demented,
Nico,
Pole,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Near,
Arab on Radar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quando Quango,
Man Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erykah Badu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
MC5,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Young Marble Giants,
Nas,
Skriet,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.