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 Greece and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Scion to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lyres,
X-Ray Spex,
Main Source,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slackers,
E-Dancer,
Marcia Griffiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Ice-T,
X-101,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Fraelich,
The Angels of Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bluetip,
Donny Hathaway,
Bad Manners,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monochrome Set,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Flag,
Desert Stars,
Robert Hood,
Joe Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vladislav Delay,
Thompson Twins,
John Holt,
Minor Threat,
Pagans,
Organ,
Surgeon,
Magma,
Fela Kuti,
The Selecter,
The Move,
Erykah Badu,
The Remains,
Lungfish,
Lakeside,
Don Cherry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Icehouse,
Reagan Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Ultra Naté,
Pole,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chrome,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Carl Craig,
Cymande,
Massinfluence,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.