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 United States and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
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 snare 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 The Misunderstood to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Audionom,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Fraelich,
Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultra Naté,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Misunderstood,
Oneida,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Little Man,
Whodini,
Sun City Girls,
The Searchers,
Public Enemy,
La Düsseldorf,
Henry Cow,
Marc Almond,
Infiniti,
Flash Fearless,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Modern Lovers,
Severed Heads,
Bill Wells,
Wally Richardson,
The Slits,
Erasure,
Los Fastidios,
U.S. Maple,
Slick Rick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Byron Stingily,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Görl,
Rod Modell,
Aaron Thompson,
Bronski Beat,
Yusef Lateef,
Dawn Penn,
Moby Grape,
Tears for Fears,
Scan 7,
Thompson Twins,
The Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Sex Pistols,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Bourne,
June Days,
Aloha Tigers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mr. Review,
Theoretical Girls,
Pylon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gong,
ABBA,
Al Stewart,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.