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 Congo and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Negative Approach to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Sherman,
The Durutti Column,
These Immortal Souls,
Silicon Teens,
Au Pairs,
CMW,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gun Club,
The Moleskins,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Christie,
Reagan Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cal Tjader,
Audionom,
the Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
T. Rex,
Josef K,
Minny Pops,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warren Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Absolute Body Control,
Marshall Jefferson,
Organ,
Bush Tetras,
Hasil Adkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Con Funk Shun,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Leaves,
Harry Pussy,
Panda Bear,
Connie Case,
Malaria!,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Five Americans,
Unrelated Segments,
UT,
Arab on Radar,
Nik Kershaw,
Groovy Waters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dark Day,
Half Japanese,
Guru Guru,
Ice-T,
Bob Dylan,
Jawbox,
The Smoke,
The Names,
June Days,
PIL,
The Dead C,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.