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 Ethiopia and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 Black Moon to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
MDC,
Rites of Spring,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skriet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Colin Newman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare,
Max Romeo,
Barry Ungar,
Pierre Henry,
The Martian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Excepter,
Ponytail,
Flash Fearless,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pretty Things,
Yellowson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Easy Going,
Flipper,
Mr. Review,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vainqueur,
Whodini,
Delta 5,
Slick Rick,
Siglo XX,
Camouflage,
Eden Ahbez,
Freddie Wadling,
Underground Resistance,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
The Angels of Light,
Gang of Four,
Sandy B,
Todd Terry,
In Retrospect,
L. Decosne,
The Golliwogs,
Goldenarms,
Dawn Penn,
The Young Rascals,
Cymande,
Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Near,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Axelrod,
Qualms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
Young Marble Giants,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.