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 Egypt and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
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 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 Eve St. Jones to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Blackbyrds,
The Monks,
Schoolly D,
Tres Demented,
Mission of Burma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Cell,
Sparks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Average White Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bob Dylan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lyres,
Pantaleimon,
Boredoms,
Gang Green,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mummies,
Soul II Soul,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grauzone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABBA,
Crash Course in Science,
the Human League,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thompson Twins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pop Group,
T.S.O.L.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bluetip,
Joy Division,
Erasure,
The Happenings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pole,
Fear,
Fela Kuti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Darondo,
Camouflage,
Faraquet,
Ronnie Foster,
Wally Richardson,
The Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fluxion,
Ken Boothe,
Heaven 17,
Aswad,
Silicon Teens,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun City Girls,
R.M.O.,
Pulsallama,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.