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 Qatar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Peter & Gordon,
Godley & Creme,
Television,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Invisible,
Zapp,
The Gap Band,
Grauzone,
The Divine Comedy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maleditus Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Marine Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cameo,
The Young Rascals,
Byron Stingily,
Main Source,
X-101,
Mantronix,
Aural Exciters,
kango's stein massive,
L. Decosne,
Ituana,
Metal Thangz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eddi Front,
Flash Fearless,
Faraquet,
Lucky Dragons,
The Offenders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hasil Adkins,
Joyce Sims,
Rapeman,
Crash Course in Science,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultravox,
Howard Jones,
Bronski Beat,
The Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dave Gahan,
Lalann,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Busters,
The Litter,
The American Breed,
Clear Light,
Ronan,
Camouflage,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Swans,
Talk Talk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pussy Galore,
Albert Ayler,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Silicon Teens,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.