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 Bangladesh and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Stockholm Monsters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shoche,
Gang Green,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minor Threat,
Cheater Slicks,
Tommy Roe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ten City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joyce Sims,
Unrelated Segments,
Chrome,
Barrington Levy,
Excepter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Divine Comedy,
Terry Callier,
Gerry Rafferty,
Guru Guru,
Tears for Fears,
The Names,
The Five Americans,
Tim Buckley,
Ken Boothe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gregory Isaacs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fortunes,
D'Angelo,
The Martian,
Gabor Szabo,
John Foxx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick May,
Tubeway Army,
The Associates,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Grass Roots,
Neu!,
Arcadia,
Letta Mbulu,
Joey Negro,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crime,
This Heat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Metal Thangz,
Nas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.