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 Grenada and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the jazz 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Skaos,
Bobby Sherman,
Scion,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultravox,
Neil Young,
Tim Buckley,
The Birthday Party,
Minutemen,
John Holt,
The J.B.'s,
Massinfluence,
New Age Steppers,
Altered Images,
Ken Boothe,
Delta 5,
Fugazi,
Harry Pussy,
Pantaleimon,
Crime,
The Toasters,
The Fuzztones,
The Velvet Underground,
the Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Janne Schatter,
the Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Skatalites,
Goldenarms,
ABC,
The Barracudas,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gladiators,
Lungfish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sällskapet,
the Sonics,
Outsiders,
Popol Vuh,
Jawbox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Deakin,
Toni Rubio,
Arcadia,
L. Decosne,
Little Man,
Alison Limerick,
The Real Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed,
Basic Channel,
Quadrant,
Pole,
Kool Moe Dee,
D'Angelo,
Roxette,
the Bar-Kays,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.