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 Estonia and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Archie Shepp to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arab on Radar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Accadde A,
Visage,
Delta 5,
The Evens,
Bobby Sherman,
Model 500,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slave,
Sun City Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Hood,
Slick Rick,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swans,
10cc,
DNA,
Fugazi,
Pylon,
Marc Almond,
X-Ray Spex,
Outsiders,
kango's stein massive,
The Durutti Column,
Symarip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mad Mike,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Khruangbin,
The Happenings,
Bluetip,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Janne Schatter,
La Düsseldorf,
Supertramp,
The Knickerbockers,
Joey Negro,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
One Last Wish,
The Tremeloes,
The Victims,
Stetsasonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Procol Harum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.