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 Australia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Gang Green to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Associates,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gladiators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Section 25,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül,
Lungfish,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slits,
Rekid,
Sparks,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Busters,
Moss Icon,
Parry Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soulsonic Force,
Urselle,
Minnie Riperton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Connie Case,
Eurythmics,
Saccharine Trust,
Los Fastidios,
Eddi Front,
Heaven 17,
Talk Talk,
The Misunderstood,
Interpol,
Alphaville,
The Alarm Clocks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Raincoats,
Young Marble Giants,
Steve Hackett,
The Names,
DJ Sneak,
Vladislav Delay,
The Grass Roots,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wings,
cv313,
The Gories,
Pussy Galore,
MC5,
Davy DMX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Flipper,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.