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 Sri Lanka and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pulsallama to the rap 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Y Pants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sound Behaviour,
Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Scan 7,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faust,
Silicon Teens,
Audionom,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lyres,
Model 500,
David Bowie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angry Samoans,
Camberwell Now,
Zero Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Massinfluence,
Eddi Front,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Steve Hackett,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yaz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Loose Ends,
Groovy Waters,
The Litter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare,
The Count Five,
Albert Ayler,
OOIOO,
Charles Mingus,
A Certain Ratio,
Infiniti,
The Vogues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Letta Mbulu,
Iggy Pop,
Quantec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lungfish,
Ponytail,
Icehouse,
Suburban Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Marine Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
The Index,
Blossom Toes,
Technova,
Negative Approach,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.