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 Papua New Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Laurel Aitken to the grime 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Mr. Review,
Dead Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Mission of Burma,
Anthony Braxton,
The United States of America,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Negative Approach,
Josef K,
Yazoo,
Lakeside,
Roger Hodgson,
Trumans Water,
Sällskapet,
The Buckinghams,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Brick,
Blancmange,
Fugazi,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Suburban Knight,
U.S. Maple,
The Fugs,
Thompson Twins,
Joensuu 1685,
Aswad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slave,
Half Japanese,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül,
Reagan Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Ponytail,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Goldenarms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
The Count Five,
Stiv Bators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faraquet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultra Naté,
Country Teasers,
Lower 48,
Outsiders,
Nirvana,
Black Moon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Enemy,
Oneida,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.