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 United States and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Easy Going to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon 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 disco 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Oneida,
Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Quantec,
Arab on Radar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nils Olav,
kango's stein massive,
Cybotron,
Los Fastidios,
The Young Rascals,
Bob Dylan,
the Slits,
Hashim,
Jandek,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arthur Verocai,
Crime,
Porter Ricks,
Guru Guru,
The Raincoats,
The Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
The Gun Club,
ABC,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alison Limerick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slackers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dawn Penn,
The Music Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Remains,
The Red Krayola,
Eddi Front,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Birthday Party,
Anthony Braxton,
The American Breed,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott Heron,
Procol Harum,
Eve St. Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minutemen,
The Dirtbombs,
Malaria!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Womack,
Wings,
Terry Callier,
Easy Going,
The Monks,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.