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 Papua New Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Gladiators to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Vogues,
Altered Images,
Flash Fearless,
Wire,
The Fall,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cal Tjader,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Evens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DNA,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Happenings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David McCallum,
Magma,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Dolphy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tommy Roe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unrelated Segments,
The Last Poets,
Aural Exciters,
Alison Limerick,
Ultra Naté,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gun Club,
Pole,
The Black Dice,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Techniques,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sandy B,
Negative Approach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agent Orange,
Neu!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Invisible,
Newcleus,
Lindisfarne,
Thompson Twins,
Deepchord,
The Dirtbombs,
Eurythmics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Maleditus Sound,
Monks,
Hot Snakes,
June Days,
Leonard Cohen,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.