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 Sweden and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Sun City Girls,
Slick Rick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fat Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Brand Nubian,
Scratch Acid,
Scan 7,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Christie,
Audionom,
Iggy Pop,
Fatback Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The United States of America,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Hill,
Toni Rubio,
Animal Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Surgeon,
the Human League,
The Gun Club,
Brass Construction,
Faraquet,
Michelle Simonal,
Funky Four + One,
Intrusion,
Josef K,
The Gap Band,
Ultravox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warsaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Tremeloes,
AZ,
Ossler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Babytalk,
Thee Headcoats,
Eve St. Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Neon Judgement,
Lucky Dragons,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantaleimon,
Shuggie Otis,
Mad Mike,
The Cramps,
Public Enemy,
Camberwell Now,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.