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 Jamaica and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 the Germs to the techno 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Barracudas,
Joy Division,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warren Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
kango's stein massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maurizio,
LL Cool J,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Real Kids,
Quando Quango,
The Smiths,
JFA,
Moebius,
Erykah Badu,
Ohio Players,
F. McDonald,
Jerry's Kids,
Minor Threat,
The Modern Lovers,
The Evens,
The Offenders,
Metal Thangz,
Cheater Slicks,
Main Source,
R.M.O.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glambeats Corp.,
Prince Buster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rufus Thomas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Panda Bear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxette,
The Count Five,
Can,
Blancmange,
Sixth Finger,
Lalann,
Soft Cell,
Unwound,
a-ha,
The Five Americans,
Monolake,
Juan Atkins,
Pere Ubu,
Ituana,
June Days,
Rapeman,
Neu!,
Lucky Dragons,
Saccharine Trust,
Vainqueur,
Lower 48,
New York Dolls,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.