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 Norway and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Flash Fearless,
Qualms,
Kas Product,
OOIOO,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Don Cherry,
Alphaville,
Sixth Finger,
Animal Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Audionom,
Kerrie Biddell,
Accadde A,
Glambeats Corp.,
AZ,
The Victims,
Drive Like Jehu,
kango's stein massive,
Depeche Mode,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
LL Cool J,
Buzzcocks,
Bauhaus,
Angry Samoans,
The American Breed,
Thompson Twins,
MC5,
The Index,
Hashim,
Scott Walker,
Second Layer,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Saccharine Trust,
Little Man,
Massinfluence,
One Last Wish,
Monolake,
Amazonics,
Can,
Agent Orange,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
The Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Cymande,
Rufus Thomas,
Michelle Simonal,
the Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
Rapeman,
Duran Duran,
Silicon Teens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New York Dolls,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.