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 Norway and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Soul Sonic Force to the dance 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Gun Club,
Lungfish,
Absolute Body Control,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Teasers,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
Warsaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wolf Eyes,
Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül II,
FM Einheit,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Image Ltd.,
David McCallum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magma,
Howard Jones,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doors,
Nas,
AZ,
The New Christs,
Arcadia,
Mr. Review,
Lebanon Hanover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Easy Going,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Massinfluence,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eli Mardock,
New York Dolls,
The Names,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultravox,
Freddie Wadling,
Technova,
Yusef Lateef,
EPMD,
Godley & Creme,
Das Ding,
Minor Threat,
Joey Negro,
Letta Mbulu,
June of 44,
Scrapy,
Cal Tjader,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
U.S. Maple,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.