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 Croatia and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 The Motions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Carl Craig,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Easy Going,
The Smoke,
Minutemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mo-Dettes,
Aural Exciters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magma,
Black Bananas,
Babytalk,
Zapp,
ABC,
Blancmange,
Thompson Twins,
Archie Shepp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eurythmics,
Tears for Fears,
The Remains,
Jeff Lynne,
Panda Bear,
Depeche Mode,
Roger Hodgson,
The Kinks,
Warsaw,
Sixth Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Last Poets,
Gang Green,
Dawn Penn,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Standells,
Jacob Miller,
Joey Negro,
James White and The Blacks,
DNA,
John Coltrane,
Flipper,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television Personalities,
Newcleus,
Malaria!,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Don Cherry,
Little Man,
Roxette,
Spandau Ballet,
Absolute Body Control,
Hoover,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.