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 Kazakhstan 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 The Invisible to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Procol Harum,
Aural Exciters,
Sex Pistols,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Teasers,
In Retrospect,
Fluxion,
Bluetip,
Alton Ellis,
10cc,
Groovy Waters,
The Cramps,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Style,
Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultra Naté,
Barrington Levy,
Au Pairs,
Joy Division,
Pharoah Sanders,
Organ,
Heaven 17,
Crash Course in Science,
The New Christs,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Green,
Fugazi,
Adolescents,
The Trojans,
Funky Four + One,
Donny Hathaway,
The Techniques,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Selecter,
Soulsonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moleskins,
Outsiders,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker,
Q and Not U,
Fela Kuti,
Liliput,
The United States of America,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Piero Umiliani,
Bauhaus,
Subhumans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Lydon,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.