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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Monolake to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jimmy McGriff,
KRS-One,
H. Thieme,
Rotary Connection,
The Music Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABC,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cowsills,
The Monochrome Set,
Livin' Joy,
Davy DMX,
Thee Headcoats,
Metal Thangz,
Kenny Larkin,
Alison Limerick,
Hot Snakes,
The Grass Roots,
Crooked Eye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Cale,
The Move,
Jerry's Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Moon,
Janne Schatter,
Arcadia,
The Knickerbockers,
Erasure,
Funkadelic,
Sugar Minott,
Wire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Modern Lovers,
Charles Mingus,
Vladislav Delay,
Funky Four + One,
Deadbeat,
Newcleus,
Q and Not U,
Bush Tetras,
The Victims,
Whodini,
Prince Buster,
Lalann,
Average White Band,
Don Cherry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donald Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Piero Umiliani,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül II,
U.S. Maple,
Popol Vuh,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.