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 Vanuatu and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 The Mummies to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Hardrive,
The Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
China Crisis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiohead,
Maleditus Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blackbyrds,
Fugazi,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Normal,
Funky Four + One,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
The Move,
The Five Americans,
Graham Central Station,
Television Personalities,
Easy Going,
The Offenders,
Desert Stars,
H. Thieme,
Parry Music,
Pole,
Junior Murvin,
David Axelrod,
Danielle Patucci,
Livin' Joy,
The Moody Blues,
The Last Poets,
Blossom Toes,
Alison Limerick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oneida,
Anakelly,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
a-ha,
Minutemen,
Pere Ubu,
Crash Course in Science,
John Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Bill Near,
Robert Görl,
Jandek,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Barracudas,
Dennis Brown,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lightning Bolt,
Janne Schatter,
Scientists,
T.S.O.L.,
Reagan Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Grauzone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.