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 Calgary.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Tubeway Army to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Subhumans,
kango's stein massive,
Suburban Knight,
Don Cherry,
Fad Gadget,
Peter & Gordon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gap Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Adolescents,
Davy DMX,
Bush Tetras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Black Flag,
Matthew Halsall,
Qualms,
Negative Approach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Freddie Wadling,
Tim Buckley,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Whodini,
Lakeside,
Bill Near,
Scrapy,
The Litter,
Mad Mike,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Duran Duran,
Cheater Slicks,
Blancmange,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül II,
Outsiders,
a-ha,
Anthony Braxton,
Mars,
Barrington Levy,
Sex Pistols,
John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Franke,
Andrew Hill,
Ten City,
E-Dancer,
Radio Birdman,
David McCallum,
F. McDonald,
Fat Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick May,
Pulsallama,
Terry Callier,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.