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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the jazz 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Sun Ra,
Slick Rick,
Peter and Kerry,
Archie Shepp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharoah Sanders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rotary Connection,
Erykah Badu,
Suicide,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skarface,
D'Angelo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Connie Case,
Ken Boothe,
The Move,
Pole,
Funky Four + One,
Blossom Toes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Japan,
K-Klass,
The Gladiators,
Lucky Dragons,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Almond,
Brand Nubian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
This Heat,
Icehouse,
Byron Stingily,
The Young Rascals,
Symarip,
AZ,
the Association,
Das Ding,
Ludus,
the Slits,
Al Stewart,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Fraelich,
Hoover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Outsiders,
Wolf Eyes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cymande,
The Real Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cybotron,
Magma,
The Durutti Column,
The Modern Lovers,
Fat Boys,
Babytalk,
Sandy B,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.