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 Senegal and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
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 harpsichord 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Qualms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantaleimon,
The Invisible,
Iggy Pop,
Das Ding,
Dark Day,
Ludus,
Mad Mike,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Halsall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Camouflage,
Slave,
Alison Limerick,
Can,
Dead Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Skatalites,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doors,
The Remains,
Joyce Sims,
Goldenarms,
Half Japanese,
Boredoms,
The Cowsills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Essential Logic,
The Standells,
Q65,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy Collins,
Susan Cadogan,
David McCallum,
Youth Brigade,
Excepter,
John Lydon,
Liliput,
The Toasters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hasil Adkins,
Aural Exciters,
Magma,
Mission of Burma,
Vladislav Delay,
Technova,
Brass Construction,
Pole,
Flipper,
Aswad,
Quadrant,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Infiniti,
The Gories,
Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stereo Dub,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.