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 Rwanda and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the electroclash 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
FM Einheit,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pussy Galore,
Sound Behaviour,
Popol Vuh,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brass Construction,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Style,
Siglo XX,
Flash Fearless,
Yazoo,
Piero Umiliani,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Copeland,
The Trojans,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Sight & Sound,
Delta 5,
the Swans,
Pole,
Chrome,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DNA,
The Gun Club,
The Cramps,
Negative Approach,
Second Layer,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fuzztones,
Y Pants,
Bob Dylan,
Pagans,
Severed Heads,
Kas Product,
Nils Olav,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Hood,
Deepchord,
The Star Department,
Scrapy,
Morten Harket,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sällskapet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oblivians,
Isaac Hayes,
Qualms,
Mars,
Connie Case,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ituana,
Bad Manners,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Laurel Aitken,
Mr. Review,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.