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 Switzerland and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Royal Trux to the disco 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Urselle,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Divine Comedy,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drexciya,
The Tremeloes,
Aural Exciters,
David McCallum,
Maurizio,
Procol Harum,
Section 25,
Swans,
Thompson Twins,
Buzzcocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gabor Szabo,
Massinfluence,
The Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Donald Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
EPMD,
Yazoo,
Reuben Wilson,
Kenny Larkin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABBA,
The Fuzztones,
Public Enemy,
Juan Atkins,
Grey Daturas,
Suburban Knight,
Erasure,
Babytalk,
Eve St. Jones,
The Star Department,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unwound,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Busters,
Eddi Front,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Albert Ayler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arcadia,
Quadrant,
In Retrospect,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Can,
Trumans Water,
Scientists,
Funkadelic,
T.S.O.L.,
Camberwell Now,
Moebius,
Swell Maps,
The Victims,
Avey Tare,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.