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 Montenegro and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grunge 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Susan Cadogan,
The Raincoats,
Kas Product,
Inner City,
Agitation Free,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Outsiders,
Iggy Pop,
Stiv Bators,
Eurythmics,
James White and The Blacks,
Aural Exciters,
Howard Jones,
MC5,
Ultimate Spinach,
World's Most,
Byron Stingily,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Soulsonic Force,
June of 44,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yusef Lateef,
John Cale,
The Dead C,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Mills,
the Swans,
The Saints,
Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visage,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Rundgren,
B.T. Express,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The American Breed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Bar-Kays,
Lebanon Hanover,
Easy Going,
Tommy Roe,
The Moleskins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Happenings,
KRS-One,
Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.