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 Jordan and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
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 organ 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Half Japanese,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Con Funk Shun,
Goldenarms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eddi Front,
Harmonia,
The Mojo Men,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry's Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Juan Atkins,
Sonic Youth,
Tres Demented,
Robert Hood,
Amazonics,
Reuben Wilson,
the Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kas Product,
Funkadelic,
Loose Ends,
Moss Icon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Neon Judgement,
Gong,
Talk Talk,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra,
Hot Snakes,
Cecil Taylor,
Pylon,
Quando Quango,
The Moleskins,
Donny Hathaway,
The Kinks,
X-102,
Barrington Levy,
The American Breed,
the Germs,
AZ,
Roxette,
Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Almond,
Slave,
Flash Fearless,
Country Teasers,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.