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 Greece and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Delon & Dalcan to the jazz 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Frankie Knuckles,
DNA,
Ludus,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Negative Approach,
Parry Music,
Clear Light,
Pylon,
Rakim,
Bauhaus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Intrusion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gabor Szabo,
The Wake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Absolute Body Control,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gladiators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thompson Twins,
The Buckinghams,
Unwound,
Dawn Penn,
Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Judy Mowatt,
John Coltrane,
The Pop Group,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Nik Kershaw,
Circle Jerks,
Man Parrish,
Connie Case,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pierre Henry,
OOIOO,
Donald Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Radio Birdman,
The New Christs,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slits,
Ultra Naté,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABBA,
The Last Poets,
Albert Ayler,
Unrelated Segments,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.