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 Mali and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador 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 Connie Case to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
10cc,
Kayak,
The Fall,
Zapp,
The Angels of Light,
The Grass Roots,
Joensuu 1685,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
Yaz,
Cal Tjader,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fad Gadget,
The Standells,
Procol Harum,
Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skarface,
Sexual Harrassment,
Interpol,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tres Demented,
DJ Sneak,
Urselle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mr. Review,
Mars,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Sound Behaviour,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Barracudas,
Chrome,
Soft Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boredoms,
Sällskapet,
Bad Manners,
Deepchord,
These Immortal Souls,
Aswad,
Niagra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Star Department,
Guru Guru,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra,
D'Angelo,
Gang of Four,
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.