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 Namibia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeff Lynne to the disco 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Pretty Things,
Make Up,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aswad,
Letta Mbulu,
Section 25,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gories,
The Martian,
Ludus,
The Skatalites,
Skaos,
The Music Machine,
LL Cool J,
Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neu!,
In Retrospect,
Outsiders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ornette Coleman,
Harmonia,
Glenn Branca,
The New Christs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oblivians,
La Düsseldorf,
Scratch Acid,
Vladislav Delay,
Grey Daturas,
The Raincoats,
Colin Newman,
Angry Samoans,
Urselle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hashim,
Motorama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Desert Stars,
Half Japanese,
Magma,
Arthur Verocai,
Tom Boy,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
a-ha,
Pulsallama,
The Beau Brummels,
Sparks,
Deepchord,
The Barracudas,
MDC,
48th St. Collective,
Hardrive,
The Motions,
The Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.