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 East Timor and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Trojans,
Black Flag,
Jacob Miller,
Crispy Ambulance,
Procol Harum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arthur Verocai,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funkadelic,
CMW,
Donald Byrd,
The Star Department,
Faraquet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hashim,
Wally Richardson,
Quando Quango,
Scratch Acid,
The Cure,
Bronski Beat,
Franke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul II Soul,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Grass Roots,
Theoretical Girls,
Loose Ends,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young,
John Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Althea and Donna,
The Detroit Cobras,
MC5,
Sight & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Boz Scaggs,
Scrapy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Remains,
the Slits,
Amon Düül,
the Swans,
F. McDonald,
Crash Course in Science,
Urselle,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.