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 Moldova and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eli Mardock to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Television,
Kas Product,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Near,
A Certain Ratio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Symarip,
Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
Mark Hollis,
Reagan Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed,
Max Romeo,
Tres Demented,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Steve Hackett,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Procol Harum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fugazi,
Duran Duran,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blossom Toes,
Jacques Brel,
Toni Rubio,
Unrelated Segments,
the Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Tubeway Army,
The Five Americans,
The Doors,
The American Breed,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter and Kerry,
Radio Birdman,
Dead Boys,
the Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Fat Boys,
The Searchers,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Christie,
Q65,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young,
Clear Light,
Drexciya,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yellowson,
Nirvana,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Finger,
K-Klass,
Camouflage,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.