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 Venezuela and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly 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?
The Fire Engines,
World's Most,
Robert Görl,
Cecil Taylor,
Drexciya,
Pierre Henry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Trumans Water,
Gang Starr,
Moss Icon,
The Cure,
Quantec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacob Miller,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ken Boothe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Piero Umiliani,
The Grass Roots,
Japan,
Massinfluence,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eddi Front,
Au Pairs,
Smog,
the Normal,
Tres Demented,
Boogie Down Productions,
Royal Trux,
The Human League,
Ronan,
Boredoms,
Black Moon,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slick Rick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pylon,
The J.B.'s,
Symarip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythm & Sound,
Franke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Swell Maps,
Glenn Branca,
The Sonics,
The Associates,
June Days,
The Pop Group,
The Slackers,
Radio Birdman,
Barbara Tucker,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.