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 Cameroon and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Amon Düül II to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Bronski Beat,
Flipper,
Barrington Levy,
Tubeway Army,
The Standells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moody Blues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Intrusion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Scion,
Yazoo,
Neil Young,
Pole,
EPMD,
Mars,
Black Sheep,
Skarface,
Brass Construction,
Scrapy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Half Japanese,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sandy B,
Idris Muhammad,
ABC,
Eddi Front,
Boz Scaggs,
Patti Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Martian,
Lucky Dragons,
Cal Tjader,
Crispian St. Peters,
Livin' Joy,
Vladislav Delay,
Deepchord,
The Wake,
Lalann,
Popol Vuh,
June of 44,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DNA,
The Busters,
Sällskapet,
Gang Green,
Maleditus Sound,
The Victims,
Drexciya,
Piero Umiliani,
Pierre Henry,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.