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 Latvia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lightning Bolt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Sherman,
Model 500,
Kas Product,
Sparks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
Scrapy,
Aswad,
Sam Rivers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker,
D'Angelo,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
Danielle Patucci,
Maurizio,
Lindisfarne,
Toni Rubio,
Index,
The Victims,
The Raincoats,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Certain Ratio,
Porter Ricks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mummies,
The Divine Comedy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Seeds,
Tres Demented,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pussy Galore,
The Doors,
Los Fastidios,
L. Decosne,
Drexciya,
Andrew Hill,
Jacob Miller,
Vladislav Delay,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tommy Roe,
The Modern Lovers,
The Young Rascals,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.