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 Nicaragua and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Electric Prunes to the electroclash 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Harry Pussy,
Arcadia,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young,
Parry Music,
Michelle Simonal,
Chrome,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zero Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gun Club,
Mark Hollis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funkadelic,
Vainqueur,
Metal Thangz,
Steve Hackett,
OOIOO,
Babytalk,
Fugazi,
Moss Icon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang On A Can,
Eli Mardock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unwound,
Cecil Taylor,
Warsaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Youth Brigade,
Jacob Miller,
Ronnie Foster,
L. Decosne,
The Happenings,
K-Klass,
Joyce Sims,
Shoche,
Sister Nancy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lakeside,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nik Kershaw,
Ohio Players,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ituana,
Gichy Dan,
Flipper,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Teasers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Prince Buster,
H. Thieme,
Organ,
Dave Gahan,
Camberwell Now,
Black Flag,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.