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 Kenya and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Von Mondo to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Joyce Sims,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Michelle Simonal,
Camberwell Now,
Lungfish,
Colin Newman,
Howard Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Motions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Morten Harket,
David Axelrod,
Joy Division,
The Cure,
Unwound,
Roger Hodgson,
Model 500,
Bad Manners,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gichy Dan,
PIL,
Donald Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
Mo-Dettes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy Collins,
Susan Cadogan,
Nas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tres Demented,
Kurtis Blow,
Wire,
Robert Görl,
LL Cool J,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erasure,
Davy DMX,
Procol Harum,
The Five Americans,
The Durutti Column,
Angry Samoans,
Ohio Players,
Funky Four + One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
a-ha,
10cc,
Stetsasonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Porter Ricks,
Sex Pistols,
Gong,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
Skaos,
Fatback Band,
Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.