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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Rapeman to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Nico,
Subhumans,
Jerry's Kids,
New Age Steppers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiohead,
Main Source,
The Litter,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Move,
Dual Sessions,
Yaz,
Inner City,
The Remains,
Kerri Chandler,
Severed Heads,
Audionom,
David McCallum,
The Mojo Men,
Outsiders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mummies,
Siglo XX,
Mantronix,
Roxette,
Youth Brigade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wire,
The Neon Judgement,
Marshall Jefferson,
Half Japanese,
The New Christs,
OOIOO,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Cell,
Oneida,
The Invisible,
Ralphi Rosario,
Metal Thangz,
The Divine Comedy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moody Blues,
Procol Harum,
Eric Copeland,
Thompson Twins,
The Cure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.