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 Germany and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grunge 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
T. Rex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Görl,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funky Four + One,
Max Romeo,
Model 500,
kango's stein massive,
Schoolly D,
Whodini,
New York Dolls,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül,
Wally Richardson,
Crime,
John Holt,
Lyres,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pere Ubu,
Second Layer,
John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Tubeway Army,
UT,
Pussy Galore,
The Raincoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lucky Dragons,
The United States of America,
Mo-Dettes,
Minnie Riperton,
Goldenarms,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fugs,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Basic Channel,
Pulsallama,
Ten City,
Ultravox,
Stereo Dub,
Saccharine Trust,
The Martian,
Outsiders,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
The Standells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Normal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Make Up,
Gabor Szabo,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gladiators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Massinfluence,
Intrusion,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.