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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
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 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 The Five Americans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cameo,
Crash Course in Science,
Television Personalities,
Hardrive,
Nas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alphaville,
The Fuzztones,
Brick,
Ossler,
Negative Approach,
Mark Hollis,
Colin Newman,
Aswad,
Black Pus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pussy Galore,
Whodini,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blues Magoos,
Sällskapet,
Deepchord,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Hood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swell Maps,
Patti Smith,
T. Rex,
Kurtis Blow,
The Toasters,
Main Source,
The Grass Roots,
The Walker Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moebius,
Newcleus,
The Last Poets,
Tim Buckley,
Crime,
Soft Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sixth Finger,
Dennis Brown,
The Sound,
Skaos,
The Knickerbockers,
Susan Cadogan,
DNA,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.