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 Slovenia and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
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 linndrum 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 The Skatalites to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Prince Buster,
Eli Mardock,
Das Ding,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slits,
Public Enemy,
Agitation Free,
FM Einheit,
U.S. Maple,
Pole,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Schoolly D,
Grauzone,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Lynne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echospace,
Cybotron,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
AZ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lucky Dragons,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Last Poets,
Shuggie Otis,
Crash Course in Science,
The Star Department,
Mark Hollis,
Lyres,
Essential Logic,
Archie Shepp,
PIL,
The Golliwogs,
Faust,
John Foxx,
a-ha,
CMW,
Icehouse,
Organ,
Malaria!,
Ronnie Foster,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tom Boy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pylon,
Bauhaus,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash,
MDC,
The Cowsills,
David Bowie,
Make Up,
the Fania All-Stars,
Main Source,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Tremeloes,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.