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 Serbia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Wasted Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Pierre Henry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Iggy Pop,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sällskapet,
Quantec,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacob Miller,
The Knickerbockers,
Groovy Waters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skaos,
Das Ding,
Subhumans,
The Beau Brummels,
Mad Mike,
The Star Department,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül II,
The Young Rascals,
Khruangbin,
In Retrospect,
Harry Pussy,
Easy Going,
10cc,
Pere Ubu,
Cameo,
Bluetip,
The Gladiators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deadbeat,
Fela Kuti,
Charles Mingus,
Oblivians,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Pus,
David Bowie,
Zero Boys,
The Gap Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aloha Tigers,
Graham Central Station,
X-102,
Dennis Brown,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Half Japanese,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Loose Ends,
Morten Harket,
Circle Jerks,
Urselle,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Womack,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.