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 Djibouti and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
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 theremin 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 Kas Product to the funk 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Pus,
Rod Modell,
Josef K,
10cc,
Sexual Harrassment,
Henry Cow,
MDC,
This Heat,
Roger Hodgson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Bananas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Young Marble Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Ituana,
Blake Baxter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Count Five,
Harry Pussy,
Lightning Bolt,
Skarface,
Barrington Levy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reagan Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Qualms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Lynne,
The Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Bootsy Collins,
Quantec,
Idris Muhammad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angry Samoans,
T. Rex,
The Divine Comedy,
Make Up,
Underground Resistance,
Loose Ends,
EPMD,
Lower 48,
The Offenders,
Youth Brigade,
Zero Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.