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 Maldives and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 ABC to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Shoche,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jandek,
Kerri Chandler,
Boz Scaggs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Trumans Water,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wally Richardson,
a-ha,
Television,
Eli Mardock,
Suicide,
Joy Division,
Prince Buster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Danielle Patucci,
Section 25,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Carl Craig,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang On A Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Starr,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mummies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wire,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalann,
The Raincoats,
Newcleus,
Skaos,
Radiohead,
Chrome,
T.S.O.L.,
Judy Mowatt,
Von Mondo,
Liliput,
Ornette Coleman,
Arab on Radar,
Ultravox,
Tommy Roe,
the Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Scratch Acid,
Dorothy Ashby,
Half Japanese,
Brick,
Main Source,
Icehouse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Bar-Kays,
The Busters,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.