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 Andorra and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 The Fuzztones to the grunge 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mandrill,
Ponytail,
Los Fastidios,
Ten City,
Index,
New Age Steppers,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sixth Finger,
Neu!,
X-Ray Spex,
Popol Vuh,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Audionom,
Matthew Bourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gap Band,
Liliput,
Quando Quango,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Blake Baxter,
the Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Metal Thangz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra,
Tim Buckley,
Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mummies,
Royal Trux,
Glenn Branca,
Ice-T,
The Happenings,
Hasil Adkins,
Circle Jerks,
Arcadia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Morten Harket,
Slave,
Easy Going,
T.S.O.L.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Janne Schatter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fort Wilson Riot,
China Crisis,
Mantronix,
David Axelrod,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lucky Dragons,
Kenny Larkin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.