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 Ethiopia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Cal Tjader to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Mojo Men,
The Smoke,
The Gories,
Josef K,
DJ Sneak,
Fatback Band,
Dual Sessions,
Nils Olav,
Donald Byrd,
Slave,
the Soft Cell,
ABC,
Boogie Down Productions,
Prince Buster,
Aswad,
Jeff Lynne,
Fugazi,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Womack,
This Heat,
F. McDonald,
Dead Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Dolphy,
Tres Demented,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
Harmonia,
The Invisible,
Ronnie Foster,
Simply Red,
One Last Wish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
E-Dancer,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blake Baxter,
Cymande,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Certain Ratio,
Angry Samoans,
The Monks,
The Star Department,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kaleidoscope,
Michelle Simonal,
Anakelly,
Kenny Larkin,
James White and The Blacks,
The Motions,
Eric Copeland,
The Selecter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tommy Roe,
The Fall,
Public Enemy,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.