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 Botswana and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Fluxion to the rock 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Von Mondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Grey Daturas,
The Mummies,
Lower 48,
A Certain Ratio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terry Callier,
June Days,
Hashim,
Sällskapet,
Arcadia,
Jawbox,
Blancmange,
Liliput,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
a-ha,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABBA,
Ituana,
Skarface,
Archie Shepp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Thee Headcoats,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Green,
Junior Murvin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swell Maps,
The Names,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Sherman,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
MC5,
Rufus Thomas,
Lindisfarne,
Mr. Review,
Black Flag,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kurtis Blow,
Camouflage,
Saccharine Trust,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Saints,
Mantronix,
Organ,
Delon & Dalcan,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonic Youth,
Prince Buster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boz Scaggs,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.