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 Iran and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare 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 Cramps to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Y Pants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Little Man,
New Order,
Monks,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Hutcherson,
James White and The Blacks,
Niagra,
Brick,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New York Dolls,
Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiohead,
Organ,
Sister Nancy,
Deadbeat,
Depeche Mode,
The Gun Club,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Archie Shepp,
Motorama,
Black Bananas,
Desert Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Terry,
Flash Fearless,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Sheep,
Marc Almond,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rosa Yemen,
Model 500,
Mo-Dettes,
Bluetip,
Soulsonic Force,
Minutemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Severed Heads,
The Five Americans,
DJ Sneak,
The Pretty Things,
Sugar Minott,
The Invisible,
Brass Construction,
Crooked Eye,
The Offenders,
Eurythmics,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.