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 Hungary and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fugs to the rock 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Eric Copeland,
Average White Band,
Scan 7,
Moby Grape,
Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quantec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ken Boothe,
Skarface,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mission of Burma,
Minutemen,
Guru Guru,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ituana,
The Litter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Byron Stingily,
Boz Scaggs,
Fela Kuti,
Public Enemy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barbara Tucker,
Main Source,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Franke,
Blancmange,
Gong,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Hill,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sandy B,
The Techniques,
Black Bananas,
Lee Hazlewood,
EPMD,
Oblivians,
The Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Scientists,
Loose Ends,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cal Tjader,
Pole,
The Names,
June of 44,
Rotary Connection,
Judy Mowatt,
Groovy Waters,
Outsiders,
Bill Wells,
Scratch Acid,
The Standells,
Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.