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 Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Kinks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Bluetip,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ohio Players,
Yaz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sugar Minott,
The Monks,
The Slits,
Adolescents,
Sixth Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
Traffic Nightmare,
AZ,
Eric Copeland,
Gong,
Leonard Cohen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Infiniti,
Al Stewart,
Judy Mowatt,
Sister Nancy,
Procol Harum,
Lucky Dragons,
ABC,
F. McDonald,
New Order,
Davy DMX,
Hashim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Basic Channel,
Pole,
Ken Boothe,
Altered Images,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Model 500,
Dorothy Ashby,
kango's stein massive,
Camouflage,
The Blues Magoos,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Intrusion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reagan Youth,
Talk Talk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Graham Central Station,
Maleditus Sound,
B.T. Express,
Morten Harket,
Severed Heads,
The Pretty Things,
Moss Icon,
The Move,
Eurythmics,
Con Funk Shun,
Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.