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 Austria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
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 Patti Smith 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Golliwogs,
Simply Red,
LL Cool J,
a-ha,
The Victims,
One Last Wish,
Talk Talk,
Goldenarms,
Subhumans,
Thee Headcoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Unwound,
Janne Schatter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slackers,
Joe Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABC,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alice Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fear,
Jerry's Kids,
Howard Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Oneida,
Black Moon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Green,
Pantytec,
Basic Channel,
The United States of America,
Gastr Del Sol,
Archie Shepp,
Vainqueur,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Wells,
Bad Manners,
The Smiths,
Half Japanese,
Sällskapet,
the Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gichy Dan,
Porter Ricks,
Pulsallama,
Bluetip,
The Litter,
Eric Copeland,
New Order,
Roxy Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
kango's stein massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Names,
Sandy B,
Chris Corsano,
Glenn Branca,
Michelle Simonal,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.