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 Sweden and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Cheater Slicks to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Gang of Four,
the Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scan 7,
The Evens,
Carl Craig,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül,
Technova,
Adolescents,
Tommy Roe,
Porter Ricks,
Minor Threat,
Subhumans,
The Motions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Graham Central Station,
Josef K,
Rapeman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ohio Players,
Basic Channel,
Pere Ubu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fortunes,
Colin Newman,
Pagans,
cv313,
Deepchord,
Half Japanese,
David Axelrod,
Brand Nubian,
Aswad,
Outsiders,
Make Up,
Marmalade,
The Associates,
John Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Stooges,
Cluster,
Charles Mingus,
Banda Bassotti,
Hot Snakes,
The Toasters,
Piero Umiliani,
Cameo,
Popol Vuh,
Stetsasonic,
The Neon Judgement,
Gregory Isaacs,
Janne Schatter,
Kayak,
T.S.O.L.,
Interpol,
Sun City Girls,
Swans,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.