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 India and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Rotary Connection to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Arthur Verocai,
Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ponytail,
Con Funk Shun,
The Standells,
Radio Birdman,
Faraquet,
Wolf Eyes,
Young Marble Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
Moby Grape,
Graham Central Station,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Patti Smith,
The Real Kids,
Ituana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maleditus Sound,
John Foxx,
Pierre Henry,
Oblivians,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Lynne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Enemy,
Bad Manners,
The American Breed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sällskapet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Don Cherry,
Nils Olav,
Au Pairs,
Joey Negro,
The Mojo Men,
John Holt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James White and The Blacks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Stooges,
Symarip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Divine Comedy,
Rapeman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delta 5,
Hardrive,
Smog,
Lungfish,
The Grass Roots,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Intrusion,
The Names,
Gang Gang Dance,
Qualms,
Von Mondo,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.