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 Taiwan and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Smog to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Cameo,
Alice Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Sheep,
LL Cool J,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Judy Mowatt,
The Leaves,
Neu!,
New Order,
The Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tres Demented,
Deepchord,
The Divine Comedy,
Urselle,
Quadrant,
Thee Headcoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cheater Slicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Five Americans,
Pantytec,
Japan,
Colin Newman,
John Lydon,
Cecil Taylor,
Television,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tears for Fears,
Negative Approach,
Organ,
Boz Scaggs,
The Young Rascals,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maurizio,
Freddie Wadling,
JFA,
Fear,
Joey Negro,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brass Construction,
Deadbeat,
Yusef Lateef,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Morten Harket,
Y Pants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heaven 17,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.