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 Peru and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marmalade to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Ornette Coleman,
The Young Rascals,
the Fania All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Half Japanese,
R.M.O.,
Sex Pistols,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Basic Channel,
Hashim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aural Exciters,
Quando Quango,
Scientists,
Jeru the Damaja,
Organ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-101,
48th St. Collective,
Kas Product,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Selecter,
Joe Finger,
the Slits,
The Searchers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masters at Work,
Patti Smith,
Lou Christie,
Black Moon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
Marine Girls,
Radiohead,
Desert Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Bronski Beat,
Eve St. Jones,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry's Kids,
Alphaville,
Thee Headcoats,
OOIOO,
The Residents,
Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
Max Romeo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
CMW,
Magma,
Au Pairs,
One Last Wish,
Marc Almond,
The Zeros,
Motorama,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.