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 New Zealand and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Dark Day to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dawn Penn,
The Smoke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Warsaw,
These Immortal Souls,
Icehouse,
Steve Hackett,
the Soft Cell,
Oneida,
Kaleidoscope,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minor Threat,
Warren Ellis,
The Human League,
Television Personalities,
Saccharine Trust,
The Busters,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Niagra,
Stiv Bators,
Marvin Gaye,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare,
Connie Case,
The Misunderstood,
Fear,
Bad Manners,
The J.B.'s,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barrington Levy,
Lalann,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Trumans Water,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soulsonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiohead,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Interpol,
Soul II Soul,
Pantaleimon,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Wells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Al Stewart,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.