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 Japan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Warsaw to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Donny Hathaway,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Eating Sloth,
China Crisis,
Intrusion,
Lou Christie,
John Lydon,
Minny Pops,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra,
Peter and Kerry,
Bluetip,
Television Personalities,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Foxx,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris Corsano,
Mo-Dettes,
The American Breed,
The Slits,
Janne Schatter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moody Blues,
Althea and Donna,
Neu!,
Bob Dylan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pussy Galore,
the Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
KRS-One,
Quando Quango,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Hill,
Carl Craig,
The Monks,
Whodini,
Country Teasers,
Gichy Dan,
Scion,
Television,
Erasure,
Joe Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Siglo XX,
Godley & Creme,
Harmonia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultra Naté,
the Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rapeman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.