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 Uruguay and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Janne Schatter to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Deepchord,
The Raincoats,
Zapp,
the Soft Cell,
CMW,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Josef K,
The Misunderstood,
JFA,
Jandek,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythm & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Warren Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blake Baxter,
The Blackbyrds,
Eurythmics,
Dark Day,
Yaz,
Das Ding,
the Bar-Kays,
Moebius,
Ponytail,
Faraquet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Supertramp,
Soulsonic Force,
Moss Icon,
Godley & Creme,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Junior Murvin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deadbeat,
The Golliwogs,
Suicide,
Cheater Slicks,
Oblivians,
Anthony Braxton,
Unrelated Segments,
Juan Atkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gun Club,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Real Kids,
Don Cherry,
Arab on Radar,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.