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 Vietnam and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Sparks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Black Dice,
Sugar Minott,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Index,
Davy DMX,
Todd Rundgren,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
The Star Department,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Pole,
Metal Thangz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Janne Schatter,
Minutemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sandy B,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Womack,
The Motions,
Fugazi,
Idris Muhammad,
Symarip,
Bill Wells,
A Certain Ratio,
Tubeway Army,
Japan,
Boredoms,
The Dirtbombs,
The Misunderstood,
Prince Buster,
Connie Case,
Rufus Thomas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q65,
Sight & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
U.S. Maple,
Vainqueur,
X-101,
Minor Threat,
Lucky Dragons,
Thee Headcoats,
The Music Machine,
The Real Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
The Knickerbockers,
The Grass Roots,
OOIOO,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fad Gadget,
48th St. Collective,
The Happenings,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.