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 Palau and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Cameo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Supertramp,
KRS-One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Aswad,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liliput,
Bluetip,
Niagra,
Nirvana,
OOIOO,
Ponytail,
Yellowson,
Icehouse,
The Last Poets,
The Star Department,
Index,
Tom Boy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Flag,
Circle Jerks,
Sandy B,
Sex Pistols,
Flipper,
Section 25,
Pagans,
Nils Olav,
The Fuzztones,
Mantronix,
Henry Cow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rekid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Essential Logic,
Grey Daturas,
Jandek,
The Litter,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alton Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Invisible,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tim Buckley,
Wire,
Deadbeat,
The Pretty Things,
The American Breed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Lydon,
Babytalk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Görl,
Maurizio,
Trumans Water,
Vladislav Delay,
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.