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 Armenia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Warsaw to the grunge 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Alice Coltrane,
Subhumans,
These Immortal Souls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Flipper,
Lindisfarne,
Minnie Riperton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warsaw,
The United States of America,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiohead,
Pantytec,
Spoonie Gee,
Maurizio,
X-101,
Schoolly D,
Visage,
Rufus Thomas,
Crooked Eye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skarface,
The Fugs,
Minutemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spandau Ballet,
La Düsseldorf,
Bauhaus,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed,
The Moleskins,
Alton Ellis,
KRS-One,
Pantaleimon,
Sex Pistols,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare,
Q65,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blossom Toes,
Bush Tetras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Henry Cow,
Metal Thangz,
The Walker Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Guru Guru,
MDC,
Mark Hollis,
Soul II Soul,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.