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 Bolivia and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the punk 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Oneida,
Soft Machine,
Sällskapet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Jandek,
Oblivians,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Dolphy,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Make Up,
Chris Corsano,
Gastr Del Sol,
Metal Thangz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Certain Ratio,
the Bar-Kays,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Intrusion,
Theoretical Girls,
Hardrive,
Ornette Coleman,
Mary Jane Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Thompson Twins,
Yaz,
Tim Buckley,
Pantytec,
China Crisis,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Near,
The Gladiators,
Franke,
Youth Brigade,
The United States of America,
The Litter,
the Association,
The Remains,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül,
Warren Ellis,
PIL,
The Offenders,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Bourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Motorama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.