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 Luxembourg and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Crispian St. Peters to the funk 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Parrish,
The Seeds,
The Smiths,
Darondo,
June of 44,
Agent Orange,
the Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lower 48,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Victims,
Minutemen,
Masters at Work,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultra Naté,
Yazoo,
The Move,
Barrington Levy,
Livin' Joy,
The Star Department,
Q and Not U,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül,
The Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The American Breed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Eli Mardock,
The Pop Group,
Max Romeo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Trojans,
Sparks,
Mars,
Rapeman,
Saccharine Trust,
The Black Dice,
Deadbeat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Parry Music,
Roxette,
Ronan,
Janne Schatter,
Don Cherry,
Japan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Red Krayola,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.