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 Israel and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Rosa Yemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerri Chandler,
Cymande,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultimate Spinach,
Negative Approach,
Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Tubeway Army,
Fat Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alphaville,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxy Music,
The Beau Brummels,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
The Birthday Party,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bluetip,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Hill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minny Pops,
Bizarre Inc.,
Qualms,
The Trojans,
D'Angelo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris & Cosey,
Rotary Connection,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sound,
Scan 7,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul II Soul,
John Foxx,
The Smiths,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kurtis Blow,
Joey Negro,
The Fugs,
Angry Samoans,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Fraelich,
Subhumans,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.