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 Norway and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dawn Penn,
Cal Tjader,
Joy Division,
Hoover,
The Offenders,
Camouflage,
Scratch Acid,
Main Source,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nas,
Gang Starr,
John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Fugazi,
The Walker Brothers,
June Days,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mars,
X-102,
The Stooges,
Oblivians,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
KRS-One,
Tears for Fears,
The Birthday Party,
Deepchord,
The Toasters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Panda Bear,
Charles Mingus,
Fatback Band,
Negative Approach,
Flipper,
Zero Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television Personalities,
Au Pairs,
David Axelrod,
E-Dancer,
Alice Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Ituana,
a-ha,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glenn Branca,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Bourne,
Alphaville,
Todd Rundgren,
The Last Poets,
Al Stewart,
Sound Behaviour,
The Black Dice,
The Red Krayola,
Brothers Johnson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ken Boothe,
The Index,
LL Cool J,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.