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 Rwanda and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Marc Almond to the funk 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Prince Buster,
Aloha Tigers,
ABBA,
Deakin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Das Ding,
The Fuzztones,
Flash Fearless,
The Neon Judgement,
Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Erykah Badu,
Boz Scaggs,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
The Black Dice,
Letta Mbulu,
Cecil Taylor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lucky Dragons,
The Kinks,
These Immortal Souls,
Yazoo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shuggie Otis,
Infiniti,
James White and The Blacks,
Deepchord,
Country Teasers,
Section 25,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warsaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Icehouse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Banda Bassotti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rites of Spring,
The Smoke,
The Martian,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heaven 17,
Youth Brigade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Hill,
Fear,
New Age Steppers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
UT,
Pylon,
Don Cherry,
kango's stein massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Misunderstood,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.