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 Kenya 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Rufus Thomas to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Carl Craig,
Chris Corsano,
Man Parrish,
Amazonics,
Moss Icon,
Ohio Players,
Warren Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Sight & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Bananas,
Half Japanese,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare,
Shoche,
Black Moon,
Quando Quango,
The Dead C,
Mo-Dettes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Excepter,
The Red Krayola,
the Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
The Barracudas,
Moby Grape,
James White and The Blacks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lyres,
The Fugs,
The Misunderstood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Supertramp,
The Grass Roots,
The Knickerbockers,
Boredoms,
The Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anakelly,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxette,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Invisible,
Bobby Byrd,
the Association,
Alison Limerick,
The Real Kids,
Unwound,
The Fortunes,
Cymande,
Von Mondo,
Zero Boys,
Harmonia,
The Victims,
Barry Ungar,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.