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 Ivory Coast and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 F. McDonald to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fear,
Kerri Chandler,
Ken Boothe,
Newcleus,
Aloha Tigers,
Trumans Water,
Ten City,
Rosa Yemen,
10cc,
Das Ding,
JFA,
Harmonia,
the Bar-Kays,
Cameo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Kinks,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers,
Eve St. Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Can,
Bronski Beat,
Icehouse,
Boz Scaggs,
the Slits,
Cymande,
Babytalk,
Black Sheep,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Gichy Dan,
Bauhaus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang of Four,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Zeros,
MC5,
Depeche Mode,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Star Department,
Cal Tjader,
Ludus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blake Baxter,
David Bowie,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Enemy,
The Birthday Party,
Barbara Tucker,
Agitation Free,
The Invisible,
Minutemen,
the Normal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brass Construction,
The Fortunes,
Scratch Acid,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.