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 Sweden and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Thee Headcoats to the disco 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalann,
Lyres,
Trumans Water,
DJ Sneak,
Heaven 17,
Robert Görl,
Joe Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Japan,
Intrusion,
Moby Grape,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter & Gordon,
Alison Limerick,
Marcia Griffiths,
This Heat,
Tim Buckley,
Anakelly,
Junior Murvin,
Unrelated Segments,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Byrd,
Rakim,
Mantronix,
Soul II Soul,
Fugazi,
Cameo,
Minor Threat,
Clear Light,
The Black Dice,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronnie Foster,
John Coltrane,
Pole,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül II,
The Wake,
Darondo,
Model 500,
Mandrill,
Drexciya,
Fatback Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hashim,
Crime,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mars,
Rod Modell,
Neu!,
Echospace,
Bluetip,
Lightning Bolt,
Althea and Donna,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.