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 Japan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grunge 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Bob Dylan,
the Sonics,
Lakeside,
The Trojans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sparks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
R.M.O.,
The Smoke,
UT,
Eric Dolphy,
Y Pants,
Tres Demented,
D'Angelo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thee Headcoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rekid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Searchers,
Black Moon,
Kas Product,
The Residents,
The Black Dice,
The Monochrome Set,
The Grass Roots,
Public Enemy,
Alison Limerick,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magazine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ten City,
John Lydon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Scion,
Radio Birdman,
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
Nirvana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Trumans Water,
Warsaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deakin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boz Scaggs,
the Association,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.