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 Luxembourg and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Cluster to the crunk 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Buzzcocks,
The Raincoats,
Mission of Burma,
Circle Jerks,
Organ,
Roy Ayers,
Patti Smith,
48th St. Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Star Department,
Jimmy McGriff,
Josef K,
Eric Copeland,
Mark Hollis,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalann,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Bowie,
Bad Manners,
Harry Pussy,
Faraquet,
The Gap Band,
kango's stein massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marmalade,
Hoover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marine Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Nico,
Angry Samoans,
Minor Threat,
These Immortal Souls,
Parry Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lower 48,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sixth Finger,
10cc,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Görl,
The Wake,
Drexciya,
Minutemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxy Music,
Skarface,
Pantaleimon,
K-Klass,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.