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 Netherlands and from London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Donny Hathaway to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Gabor Szabo,
John Holt,
Grauzone,
David Axelrod,
R.M.O.,
The New Christs,
The Music Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Drexciya,
Qualms,
Pole,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Standells,
Skriet,
The Slackers,
H. Thieme,
Glenn Branca,
Sarah Menescal,
Angry Samoans,
Eden Ahbez,
Maleditus Sound,
Bad Manners,
Lungfish,
Boz Scaggs,
Grey Daturas,
Patti Smith,
Heaven 17,
Cecil Taylor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Toasters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Machine,
John Lydon,
Bluetip,
Newcleus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nik Kershaw,
Loose Ends,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Icehouse,
Fugazi,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Junior Murvin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Wyatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Fraelich,
The Saints,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Albert Ayler,
Easy Going,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.