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 Syria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Holger Czukay 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 Wally Richardson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman 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?
Nirvana,
The Litter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultra Naté,
Byron Stingily,
FM Einheit,
Outsiders,
Accadde A,
Skarface,
Janne Schatter,
The Buckinghams,
Marcia Griffiths,
Supertramp,
Infiniti,
Mission of Burma,
Harmonia,
Television Personalities,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Machine,
Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hoover,
Ten City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Invisible,
Das Ding,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Divine Comedy,
Cymande,
Alice Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faust,
One Last Wish,
Magazine,
Youth Brigade,
Albert Ayler,
Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Copeland,
The Busters,
Joe Finger,
Franke,
Pere Ubu,
Soulsonic Force,
the Germs,
Au Pairs,
Tom Boy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cybotron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Erykah Badu,
Simply Red,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.