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 Chad and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Pylon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Vainqueur,
Josef K,
Public Enemy,
The Remains,
The Happenings,
T.S.O.L.,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Names,
Harmonia,
Negative Approach,
The Slackers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Barracudas,
The American Breed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Connie Case,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gun Club,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Tremeloes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rod Modell,
Lucky Dragons,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fall,
X-101,
The Divine Comedy,
Blossom Toes,
Roger Hodgson,
Agitation Free,
The Mummies,
Matthew Bourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lyres,
Roxette,
Hashim,
Intrusion,
Icehouse,
Eden Ahbez,
The Black Dice,
Swans,
Hot Snakes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry's Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Iggy Pop,
Ohio Players,
Black Bananas,
Bob Dylan,
Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moebius,
Suicide,
Franke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.