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 Bangladesh and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Holger Czukay 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 New Age Steppers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sonics,
The United States of America,
June Days,
The Gladiators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doobie Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Nas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Lightning Bolt,
Sällskapet,
PIL,
Spoonie Gee,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker,
The Dirtbombs,
The Motions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blancmange,
Blake Baxter,
Carl Craig,
James White and The Blacks,
The Standells,
Erykah Badu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Don Cherry,
Crime,
Iggy Pop,
The Last Poets,
Visage,
Loose Ends,
the Association,
Black Moon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dead Boys,
Grauzone,
Jacob Miller,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Axelrod,
Lucky Dragons,
Minutemen,
Arab on Radar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
FM Einheit,
Donny Hathaway,
Aural Exciters,
Adolescents,
The Slackers,
H. Thieme,
Cymande,
The Moleskins,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.