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 Dominica and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Essential Logic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Country Teasers,
Gabor Szabo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Franke,
Reuben Wilson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gun Club,
The Toasters,
Lou Christie,
Wasted Youth,
Magma,
Max Romeo,
The American Breed,
Supertramp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Howard Jones,
Severed Heads,
Dead Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moody Blues,
The Knickerbockers,
Section 25,
Massinfluence,
Dave Gahan,
Jawbox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Underground Resistance,
Albert Ayler,
The New Christs,
Josef K,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fela Kuti,
Khruangbin,
Mars,
The Victims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agent Orange,
Suicide,
New Order,
Skarface,
the Slits,
Television,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sällskapet,
Brass Construction,
Prince Buster,
Clear Light,
Make Up,
The Young Rascals,
Henry Cow,
Rosa Yemen,
The Misunderstood,
Ken Boothe,
Accadde A,
Deadbeat,
The Durutti Column,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.