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 Shanghai.
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 Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 The Busters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Amazonics,
Sam Rivers,
The Fall,
The Sound,
John Cale,
Whodini,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
F. McDonald,
The Raincoats,
Max Romeo,
Letta Mbulu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Model 500,
Metal Thangz,
Neu!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fat Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
The Toasters,
Khruangbin,
The Black Dice,
Robert Görl,
Sexual Harrassment,
10cc,
Lakeside,
Nas,
Ponytail,
The Five Americans,
Leonard Cohen,
Harry Pussy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Inner City,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warsaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
This Heat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Niagra,
Quadrant,
Second Layer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonic Youth,
Patti Smith,
The Associates,
The Searchers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scientists,
Can,
Silicon Teens,
Television,
Kurtis Blow,
Slick Rick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blossom Toes,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.