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 Bulgaria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Holger Czukay 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 Soulsonic Force to the jazz 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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Sight & Sound,
The Happenings,
Fear,
Janne Schatter,
The Fall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drexciya,
The Victims,
Fatback Band,
The Cowsills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Royal Trux,
Ossler,
The Moleskins,
Robert Wyatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gun Club,
Main Source,
The Names,
Charles Mingus,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harmonia,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Loose Ends,
Maurizio,
Sound Behaviour,
Quantec,
Absolute Body Control,
Barry Ungar,
Model 500,
The Remains,
Minutemen,
Nas,
Man Parrish,
Bluetip,
Altered Images,
La Düsseldorf,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cameo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
Harpers Bizarre,
Idris Muhammad,
OOIOO,
Skaos,
Amon Düül,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultravox,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Görl,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minor Threat,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.