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 Samoa and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Skriet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Lindisfarne,
Rod Modell,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fugs,
The Kinks,
The Count Five,
Duran Duran,
The Dead C,
Scan 7,
Althea and Donna,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gun Club,
ABBA,
Easy Going,
Q65,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Index,
Chris & Cosey,
The American Breed,
Organ,
Lou Reed,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Fraelich,
Ohio Players,
Newcleus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crooked Eye,
Shuggie Otis,
The Buckinghams,
the Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Main Source,
Stockholm Monsters,
Clear Light,
The Cramps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ossler,
Dave Gahan,
Davy DMX,
Little Man,
MC5,
Aural Exciters,
Lucky Dragons,
X-101,
Pere Ubu,
Spoonie Gee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eli Mardock,
The Gap Band,
Fela Kuti,
The Fuzztones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.