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 Kazakhstan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the techno 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Dead Boys,
John Lydon,
DNA,
Rotary Connection,
Fad Gadget,
Newcleus,
Boz Scaggs,
Mantronix,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Seeds,
Neu!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ponytail,
Eric Copeland,
The Standells,
ABC,
Circle Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Dual Sessions,
Byron Stingily,
The Count Five,
The Victims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Mills,
Black Bananas,
The Litter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cluster,
Nas,
Patti Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Subhumans,
D'Angelo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rekid,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Terry,
The Wake,
Marmalade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wire,
Eddi Front,
China Crisis,
Bluetip,
Fugazi,
H. Thieme,
Janne Schatter,
Lindisfarne,
Lakeside,
June of 44,
Theoretical Girls,
Slave,
Brick,
LL Cool J,
Tomorrow,
Skriet,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.