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 Somalia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lucky Dragons to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sällskapet,
The Stooges,
Robert Görl,
The Human League,
Connie Case,
The United States of America,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Urselle,
the Germs,
Theoretical Girls,
Royal Trux,
Radio Birdman,
OOIOO,
The Star Department,
Danielle Patucci,
Ponytail,
The Remains,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Model 500,
CMW,
Faraquet,
Animal Collective,
Steve Hackett,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moss Icon,
The Divine Comedy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül,
DJ Sneak,
Smog,
Ronan,
Marvin Gaye,
Toni Rubio,
Public Enemy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suburban Knight,
The Saints,
Babytalk,
Man Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Ronnie Foster,
Reagan Youth,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Gang Starr,
Charles Mingus,
Dark Day,
Angry Samoans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Juan Atkins,
New Order,
The Knickerbockers,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.