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 Belarus and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
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 güiro 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 The Chocolate Watch Band 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Excepter,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unrelated Segments,
KRS-One,
John Foxx,
Swans,
Black Bananas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neu!,
Average White Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blake Baxter,
the Human League,
The Skatalites,
The Remains,
Hot Snakes,
Y Pants,
Sound Behaviour,
Echospace,
Bluetip,
The Beau Brummels,
D'Angelo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Khruangbin,
Make Up,
Mary Jane Girls,
R.M.O.,
Gong,
Aaron Thompson,
Absolute Body Control,
Arthur Verocai,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Pus,
Sister Nancy,
Dawn Penn,
Arcadia,
Pierre Henry,
Scrapy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moody Blues,
Oblivians,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
World's Most,
The Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Mark Hollis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dennis Brown,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Basic Channel,
Aswad,
Yellowson,
The Fuzztones,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television,
The Dave Clark Five,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.