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 Syria and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Index to the rock 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Warren Ellis,
10cc,
Funky Four + One,
Crooked Eye,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Buckinghams,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Remains,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
In Retrospect,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joyce Sims,
Barclay James Harvest,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry's Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Standells,
kango's stein massive,
Goldenarms,
Pere Ubu,
Funkadelic,
Dawn Penn,
Freddie Wadling,
Barry Ungar,
Ornette Coleman,
Pole,
Barrington Levy,
Chris Corsano,
The Fall,
The Cowsills,
Young Marble Giants,
Niagra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Pus,
H. Thieme,
The Neon Judgement,
the Normal,
Oblivians,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick May,
Pylon,
Al Stewart,
Television,
The Searchers,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
Joey Negro,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Evens,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Last Poets,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.