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 United States and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Neu! 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 clarinet and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Victims,
David Axelrod,
MDC,
Heaven 17,
Janne Schatter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erasure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Malaria!,
The Fugs,
Severed Heads,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Young Rascals,
Al Stewart,
Bizarre Inc.,
Infiniti,
Junior Murvin,
Minny Pops,
Sister Nancy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantaleimon,
June Days,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roger Hodgson,
Silicon Teens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-102,
Albert Ayler,
The Music Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lebanon Hanover,
David McCallum,
Gang of Four,
Marmalade,
Ultravox,
Ornette Coleman,
LL Cool J,
Crooked Eye,
Black Flag,
Brick,
The Angels of Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Wasted Youth,
The Move,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Bourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Underground Resistance,
Qualms,
Rotary Connection,
Shoche,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.