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 Uganda and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Agent Orange to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Oneida,
Patti Smith,
Eddi Front,
The Wake,
Theoretical Girls,
Animal Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Rundgren,
Deadbeat,
The Smoke,
Judy Mowatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Josef K,
DNA,
Unrelated Segments,
Franke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erasure,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronnie Foster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Schoolly D,
Main Source,
Jacques Brel,
X-101,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rekid,
The Barracudas,
Blake Baxter,
Babytalk,
June Days,
New Order,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Stooges,
OOIOO,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hoover,
Laurel Aitken,
Motorama,
Eric Dolphy,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David McCallum,
Jacob Miller,
Severed Heads,
Supertramp,
Susan Cadogan,
JFA,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.