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 Mali 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Soft Machine to the techno 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Letta Mbulu,
Joy Division,
The Residents,
The Walker Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Radio Birdman,
Flipper,
The Dirtbombs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispian St. Peters,
Silicon Teens,
John Holt,
Joyce Sims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pulsallama,
Radiopuhelimet,
Simply Red,
Von Mondo,
Anakelly,
Pere Ubu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra,
Junior Murvin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Smooth,
Model 500,
Surgeon,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monks,
Kas Product,
Brass Construction,
R.M.O.,
Deadbeat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxy Music,
Gong,
Godley & Creme,
Gregory Isaacs,
This Heat,
The Litter,
The Sonics,
Sällskapet,
Second Layer,
Toni Rubio,
Bang On A Can,
The Divine Comedy,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-102,
The Stooges,
Eli Mardock,
John Lydon,
Joe Finger,
E-Dancer,
Man Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gories,
The Evens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
CMW,
Excepter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.