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 Colombia and from New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Newcleus to the grime 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Los Fastidios,
The Angels of Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Outsiders,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cramps,
Unrelated Segments,
Skriet,
Aloha Tigers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Evens,
Inner City,
The Victims,
World's Most,
Nas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grey Daturas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bauhaus,
Roxette,
Masters at Work,
Sällskapet,
Cybotron,
Flash Fearless,
The Monks,
Q65,
The Standells,
Scan 7,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Machine,
Deepchord,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Aswad,
The Gap Band,
New Age Steppers,
The Barracudas,
Mo-Dettes,
Crooked Eye,
Eurythmics,
In Retrospect,
The Shadows of Knight,
Negative Approach,
Lyres,
Sam Rivers,
Subhumans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Parrish,
The Names,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Flag,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Finger,
Anakelly,
The Durutti Column,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.