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 United Kingdom and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Wally Richardson to the crunk 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Finger,
the Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Ornette Coleman,
Zero Boys,
Monolake,
Scion,
Magma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barry Ungar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fat Boys,
Skriet,
Lyres,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sixth Finger,
Khruangbin,
the Normal,
the Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter & Gordon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neu!,
Davy DMX,
The Remains,
Robert Görl,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Music Machine,
Ultravox,
Lower 48,
Moby Grape,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Carl Craig,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Enemy,
Mark Hollis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rotary Connection,
Skaos,
The Residents,
New Age Steppers,
Ronan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wally Richardson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Prince Buster,
Dead Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Young Marble Giants,
The Red Krayola,
Skarface,
Icehouse,
The Beau Brummels,
LL Cool J,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.