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 Swaziland and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Au Pairs to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
Scan 7,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skaos,
Eve St. Jones,
E-Dancer,
Todd Rundgren,
Hashim,
The New Christs,
Duran Duran,
The Black Dice,
Index,
Agent Orange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sam Rivers,
FM Einheit,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cameo,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gap Band,
Desert Stars,
Smog,
The Invisible,
The Stooges,
the Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacob Miller,
Blake Baxter,
The Skatalites,
The Motions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Detroit Cobras,
Intrusion,
Swell Maps,
Soul II Soul,
Pole,
This Heat,
Can,
Delta 5,
Radiohead,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Livin' Joy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Young Rascals,
Toni Rubio,
Infiniti,
Schoolly D,
Joe Finger,
Technova,
CMW,
Slick Rick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Gong,
Sixth Finger,
Flipper,
Buzzcocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.