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 Guatemala and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Harpers Bizarre 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doors,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Birthday Party,
Crooked Eye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fad Gadget,
Jimmy McGriff,
Franke,
Q65,
Grauzone,
Faust,
Scan 7,
Ice-T,
Aural Exciters,
Henry Cow,
Babytalk,
Von Mondo,
LL Cool J,
Hardrive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
Brass Construction,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blake Baxter,
Silicon Teens,
MC5,
Gichy Dan,
Main Source,
Godley & Creme,
The Dead C,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mars,
Laurel Aitken,
Faraquet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Graham Central Station,
Icehouse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nico,
Negative Approach,
FM Einheit,
The Divine Comedy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Kinks,
Johnny Clarke,
Rosa Yemen,
Brand Nubian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blancmange,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.