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 Ireland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 John Coltrane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smoke,
Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
the Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Scratch Acid,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quantec,
Negative Approach,
Wasted Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Womack,
Guru Guru,
Shoche,
T.S.O.L.,
Godley & Creme,
Minutemen,
The Count Five,
Television Personalities,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pole,
The Mummies,
Qualms,
Banda Bassotti,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Alarm Clocks,
In Retrospect,
The Fugs,
Brass Construction,
Jacob Miller,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Animal Collective,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Wells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Vogues,
Swell Maps,
Procol Harum,
Masters at Work,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Five Americans,
Eurythmics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Moon,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fall,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joensuu 1685,
X-Ray Spex,
Henry Cow,
Ken Boothe,
Deadbeat,
Dual Sessions,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.