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 Ecuador and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Robert Palmer 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 Zero Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
T.S.O.L.,
10cc,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Saints,
Fad Gadget,
Infiniti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joensuu 1685,
Reuben Wilson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Josef K,
Delta 5,
Rhythm & Sound,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül,
Eddi Front,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bob Dylan,
Severed Heads,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter and Kerry,
Anthony Braxton,
This Heat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cowsills,
Liliput,
Tomorrow,
Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Smog,
the Association,
Black Bananas,
The Mojo Men,
Archie Shepp,
Deadbeat,
Robert Hood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Enemy,
Eric Copeland,
Swell Maps,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dark Day,
Quando Quango,
E-Dancer,
Eric Dolphy,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scrapy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.