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 Albania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Remains to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Heaven 17,
Minny Pops,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiopuhelimet,
Section 25,
The Durutti Column,
The Gories,
Warsaw,
The Gun Club,
Bluetip,
Jacques Brel,
D'Angelo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pierre Henry,
The Selecter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cramps,
MC5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vainqueur,
Joe Smooth,
The Evens,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slits,
Moby Grape,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tres Demented,
Con Funk Shun,
Sixth Finger,
Skriet,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Wyatt,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang of Four,
Lebanon Hanover,
Saccharine Trust,
Sandy B,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marine Girls,
Pole,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fatback Band,
48th St. Collective,
DNA,
Infiniti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Albert Ayler,
Moss Icon,
R.M.O.,
Kas Product,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.