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 Norway and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 June of 44 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Names,
Soft Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dead C,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
John Holt,
Stereo Dub,
Kenny Larkin,
Aaron Thompson,
Smog,
MC5,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Terry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Average White Band,
Rekid,
Section 25,
Sixth Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
Goldenarms,
Unwound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
CMW,
Eric Copeland,
The Stooges,
Alphaville,
Motorama,
Amon Düül,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Pus,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott Heron,
Livin' Joy,
The Mummies,
Thee Headcoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Axelrod,
Eddi Front,
Joey Negro,
Pantaleimon,
Lalann,
Negative Approach,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Von Mondo,
Niagra,
Depeche Mode,
Sugar Minott,
Can,
Thompson Twins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
OOIOO,
Sight & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.