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 Azerbaijan and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Slick Rick to the grunge 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Can,
The Misunderstood,
Toni Rubio,
Minor Threat,
Todd Terry,
Mo-Dettes,
The Offenders,
Peter & Gordon,
Scan 7,
Public Enemy,
Soulsonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smoke,
Pole,
The Fall,
Inner City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul Sonic Force,
Icehouse,
The Techniques,
the Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Mad Mike,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
EPMD,
The Martian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
FM Einheit,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacob Miller,
Masters at Work,
the Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
OOIOO,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers,
The Fortunes,
Yaz,
Easy Going,
The Saints,
Metal Thangz,
LL Cool J,
Fluxion,
Model 500,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
PIL,
Moby Grape,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Underground Resistance,
The Cramps,
Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.