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 Australia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Malaria!,
Eric Dolphy,
Jandek,
Duran Duran,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Babytalk,
AZ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Real Kids,
The Gladiators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiohead,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gong,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlback,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siglo XX,
This Heat,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Hood,
New York Dolls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Sherman,
Patti Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Lower 48,
The Moleskins,
Procol Harum,
The Names,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
U.S. Maple,
Anthony Braxton,
Franke,
The Star Department,
Shuggie Otis,
Tubeway Army,
Essential Logic,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Morten Harket,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
CMW,
The Count Five,
Alphaville,
The Cure,
Mad Mike,
H. Thieme,
Aswad,
Amon Düül,
Janne Schatter,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.