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 Barbados and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
China Crisis,
T.S.O.L.,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Parry Music,
Icehouse,
This Heat,
OOIOO,
Kerrie Biddell,
Altered Images,
Bang On A Can,
Black Bananas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Piero Umiliani,
Joy Division,
Con Funk Shun,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magma,
Chrome,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fugs,
Eric Copeland,
Minutemen,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Halsall,
Maurizio,
The Kinks,
David McCallum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Freddie Wadling,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Rundgren,
The Associates,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Wells,
Oblivians,
X-101,
Cybotron,
The Toasters,
Depeche Mode,
The Slits,
Fugazi,
Scientists,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Lynne,
Michelle Simonal,
Quando Quango,
Skriet,
AZ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Beau Brummels,
The Velvet Underground,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.