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 Mozambique 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radiopuhelimet 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Sarah Menescal,
Monks,
Bronski Beat,
The Skatalites,
Terrestrial Tones,
R.M.O.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jawbox,
Newcleus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Inner City,
Minnie Riperton,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brand Nubian,
The Young Rascals,
Spoonie Gee,
Clear Light,
Dennis Brown,
The Gap Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Scratch Acid,
Maurizio,
The Cure,
Gang Green,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skriet,
the Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bluetip,
Vladislav Delay,
Guru Guru,
The Dead C,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fela Kuti,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moody Blues,
Jandek,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.