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 Nepal and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Sandy B to the funk 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Mo-Dettes,
Schoolly D,
Skriet,
June of 44,
Gang Starr,
Zero Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
The Associates,
Pole,
Q and Not U,
the Germs,
Los Fastidios,
Grey Daturas,
Ultra Naté,
The Count Five,
Lindisfarne,
Cecil Taylor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neu!,
Glenn Branca,
The Index,
EPMD,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moss Icon,
Jacques Brel,
Marmalade,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
OOIOO,
Barrington Levy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Neon Judgement,
Tears for Fears,
Aswad,
Moebius,
Fatback Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yazoo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gun Club,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
cv313,
Colin Newman,
Ludus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Teasers,
Amazonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
MDC,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.