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 Bangladesh and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Franke to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Gang Green,
Massinfluence,
Swell Maps,
Young Marble Giants,
The Victims,
Inner City,
ABBA,
PIL,
Siglo XX,
Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Livin' Joy,
The Busters,
Mr. Review,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Eli Mardock,
The Gun Club,
X-101,
Bang On A Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Real Kids,
The Fortunes,
The Monks,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fatback Band,
Second Layer,
Bobby Sherman,
Godley & Creme,
The Saints,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Holt,
Prince Buster,
Spoonie Gee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brick,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Graham Central Station,
The Walker Brothers,
the Human League,
Scion,
the Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
Duran Duran,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yazoo,
The Dirtbombs,
Severed Heads,
Ludus,
Eurythmics,
Joe Smooth,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pretty Things,
48th St. Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Easy Going,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.