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 Gabon and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Toni Rubio,
Model 500,
Todd Rundgren,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül II,
Stetsasonic,
Lightning Bolt,
Lower 48,
Niagra,
Quando Quango,
June Days,
Neil Young,
Gichy Dan,
Colin Newman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aswad,
Public Enemy,
Unwound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Halsall,
The Music Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MC5,
Outsiders,
Camberwell Now,
Mo-Dettes,
Crime,
Funkadelic,
Monolake,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brothers Johnson,
Porter Ricks,
Fugazi,
Bill Near,
Pantaleimon,
The Gun Club,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Ituana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Normal,
Maleditus Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fuzztones,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Deakin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dead C,
Cecil Taylor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
The Count Five,
Motorama,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.