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 Solomon Islands and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nils Olav to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Nas,
Lucky Dragons,
Ludus,
Neu!,
Crispy Ambulance,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
H. Thieme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wire,
Bauhaus,
Maurizio,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul II Soul,
Shoche,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hoover,
a-ha,
Tommy Roe,
The Mummies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sandy B,
Chris Corsano,
Warsaw,
Rites of Spring,
Stetsasonic,
Arcadia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joey Negro,
Crime,
Vainqueur,
Mo-Dettes,
Procol Harum,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maleditus Sound,
Harmonia,
Arthur Verocai,
The Neon Judgement,
Spoonie Gee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fuzztones,
Letta Mbulu,
Scientists,
U.S. Maple,
Television Personalities,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.