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 Fiji and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kurtis Blow to the grunge 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Parry Music,
Janne Schatter,
F. McDonald,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Patti Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Malaria!,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Sherman,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sound,
New Order,
Mary Jane Girls,
Von Mondo,
The Fugs,
Bootsy Collins,
Minny Pops,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ituana,
Aswad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
Soul Sonic Force,
Japan,
Funkadelic,
David McCallum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rites of Spring,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Techniques,
Jandek,
Deepchord,
Kas Product,
Ken Boothe,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Halsall,
Negative Approach,
Jerry's Kids,
The Barracudas,
Bad Manners,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Young Rascals,
Khruangbin,
Lindisfarne,
Scientists,
Yusef Lateef,
Echospace,
Marc Almond,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jawbox,
The Searchers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Count Five,
Brick,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fuzztones,
Funky Four + One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Freddie Wadling,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.