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 Uganda and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Josef K to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Germs,
Isaac Hayes,
The Index,
The Skatalites,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rakim,
Yazoo,
Flipper,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pussy Galore,
Kurtis Blow,
Subhumans,
Soulsonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Make Up,
Oblivians,
Minor Threat,
John Foxx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q65,
Sarah Menescal,
Harry Pussy,
The Grass Roots,
Ken Boothe,
Loose Ends,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare,
Amazonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cluster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rod Modell,
The Cramps,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacques Brel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deepchord,
Moebius,
The Remains,
Slave,
Lungfish,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agent Orange,
Fluxion,
Quantec,
Cameo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jawbox,
Zapp,
DJ Sneak,
Aswad,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Axelrod,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.