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 Slovakia and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Index to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Hill,
The Selecter,
Barry Ungar,
Fat Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cowsills,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Osbourne,
KRS-One,
Wally Richardson,
Cameo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cybotron,
U.S. Maple,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anthony Braxton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Audionom,
Scrapy,
New Order,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Sherman,
the Association,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Saccharine Trust,
The Misunderstood,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camberwell Now,
Rekid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Model 500,
The Red Krayola,
Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Starr,
Section 25,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
LL Cool J,
Colin Newman,
Todd Terry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Leaves,
Amazonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Zapp,
Aural Exciters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mad Mike,
Joy Division,
Lower 48,
The Doobie Brothers,
Outsiders,
T. Rex,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.