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 Malaysia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 In Retrospect to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
The United States of America,
Graham Central Station,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sound,
Ituana,
Underground Resistance,
Dead Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Deadbeat,
The Names,
Lightning Bolt,
The Misunderstood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiohead,
James White and The Blacks,
The Beau Brummels,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantytec,
Depeche Mode,
Stiv Bators,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül,
Carl Craig,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sällskapet,
Danielle Patucci,
Glambeats Corp.,
L. Decosne,
U.S. Maple,
Circle Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Gichy Dan,
Erasure,
The Saints,
the Swans,
Avey Tare,
Pere Ubu,
Blossom Toes,
48th St. Collective,
Skaos,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Teasers,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Lynne,
Idris Muhammad,
Television,
Barrington Levy,
Lindisfarne,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
PIL,
The Standells,
The Fall,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.