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 Liechtenstein and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-101 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Glenn Branca,
Tears for Fears,
Sparks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
Josef K,
The Busters,
Lou Christie,
K-Klass,
Slave,
Unrelated Segments,
Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Grauzone,
Zero Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Q and Not U,
D'Angelo,
Kerri Chandler,
Eden Ahbez,
Los Fastidios,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kayak,
Icehouse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Silicon Teens,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Sister Nancy,
The American Breed,
Scion,
Brass Construction,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erykah Badu,
Junior Murvin,
Marmalade,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Frankie Knuckles,
Urselle,
Slick Rick,
Arthur Verocai,
Moby Grape,
Das Ding,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Section 25,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lucky Dragons,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agitation Free,
The Doors,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Seeds,
MC5,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.