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 Haiti and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Quando Quango,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul II Soul,
Crooked Eye,
Black Flag,
Warsaw,
Duran Duran,
Loose Ends,
Howard Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Wolf Eyes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Style,
Harmonia,
Kurtis Blow,
Rod Modell,
Cybotron,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faust,
Bob Dylan,
Unrelated Segments,
Marvin Gaye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wally Richardson,
B.T. Express,
Suburban Knight,
Interpol,
Qualms,
Black Bananas,
CMW,
Tim Buckley,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dead C,
Magazine,
David Axelrod,
Audionom,
Sound Behaviour,
Faraquet,
The Vogues,
The Angels of Light,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Clarke,
The Offenders,
Dawn Penn,
Royal Trux,
The Misunderstood,
Moebius,
Depeche Mode,
Rekid,
Connie Case,
Bad Manners,
The Young Rascals,
Pylon,
The Martian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fela Kuti,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.