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 Ethiopia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the crunk 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Easy Going,
Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suburban Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Mills,
In Retrospect,
The Divine Comedy,
The Star Department,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter & Gordon,
T. Rex,
John Coltrane,
World's Most,
The Motions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Style,
June Days,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swell Maps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skarface,
DNA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aural Exciters,
Sun City Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fela Kuti,
The Grass Roots,
Tres Demented,
U.S. Maple,
Subhumans,
Inner City,
Minnie Riperton,
PIL,
Flash Fearless,
Massinfluence,
Mission of Burma,
the Association,
Colin Newman,
The Walker Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Danielle Patucci,
Deakin,
Ohio Players,
Smog,
The Modern Lovers,
Blake Baxter,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.