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 Mauritania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar 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 Iggy Pop to the rock 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Janne Schatter,
R.M.O.,
Joensuu 1685,
Yaz,
Chrome,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bauhaus,
The Happenings,
Fear,
Duran Duran,
Gichy Dan,
the Bar-Kays,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang of Four,
Sister Nancy,
Anthony Braxton,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Tom Boy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxy Music,
Sandy B,
a-ha,
The Beau Brummels,
Television,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Connie Case,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Youth Brigade,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Sonics,
Ludus,
Malaria!,
Scientists,
Harry Pussy,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Halsall,
Funky Four + One,
June of 44,
Marc Almond,
Blossom Toes,
Ohio Players,
The Residents,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Music Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Bowie,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.