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 Dominican Republic and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Malaria! to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Janne Schatter,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ossler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
UT,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eve St. Jones,
Quando Quango,
The Red Krayola,
Boz Scaggs,
Howard Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
MC5,
Ten City,
The Invisible,
Bob Dylan,
D'Angelo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bauhaus,
Moby Grape,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gladiators,
The Doors,
Sexual Harrassment,
China Crisis,
Yellowson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Iggy Pop,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Drexciya,
June Days,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronnie Foster,
Average White Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare,
The Blackbyrds,
The Vogues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kayak,
Minny Pops,
Toni Rubio,
New York Dolls,
Juan Atkins,
The Knickerbockers,
The Kinks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.