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 Argentina and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rock 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Subhumans,
10cc,
Skriet,
Pagans,
Motorama,
Wasted Youth,
Lindisfarne,
The Residents,
Eddi Front,
Connie Case,
Accadde A,
The Grass Roots,
Sight & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Chris Corsano,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronan,
The Victims,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Smoke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mantronix,
The Dead C,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funky Four + One,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cluster,
Scratch Acid,
the Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Banda Bassotti,
Graham Central Station,
La Düsseldorf,
Lungfish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doors,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bluetip,
The Fortunes,
The Tremeloes,
Sound Behaviour,
Carl Craig,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marvin Gaye,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gun Club,
Faust,
Junior Murvin,
Steve Hackett,
Magazine,
The Count Five,
Suburban Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.