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 Eritrea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Joyce Sims to the grunge 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Birthday Party,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Parry Music,
Zapp,
The Evens,
UT,
Crime,
Buzzcocks,
Cymande,
Scion,
The Victims,
Dave Gahan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
R.M.O.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marvin Gaye,
Kas Product,
The Motions,
Swans,
The Durutti Column,
the Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
Kayak,
Eden Ahbez,
Unwound,
Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quando Quango,
Gerry Rafferty,
JFA,
Pulsallama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Green,
the Human League,
Howard Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Lakeside,
The Doors,
LL Cool J,
Rekid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donald Byrd,
X-102,
Peter and Kerry,
Tubeway Army,
Juan Atkins,
Fugazi,
The Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Pere Ubu,
Liliput,
Stiv Bators,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.