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 Liberia and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lalann to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '80s.
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 Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Bowie,
Bad Manners,
the Association,
Skarface,
Cybotron,
Circle Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Kayak,
Aloha Tigers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Victims,
Pussy Galore,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Josef K,
The Searchers,
Eric Dolphy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
The Velvet Underground,
Cluster,
The Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Urselle,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Raincoats,
Faraquet,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Durutti Column,
Smog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
China Crisis,
Nico,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Womack,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Style,
Thompson Twins,
The Knickerbockers,
The Names,
Ronnie Foster,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minutemen,
Dave Gahan,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Finger,
Minny Pops,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Sarah Menescal,
U.S. Maple,
Banda Bassotti,
Steve Hackett,
Black Moon,
Stetsasonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Idris Muhammad,
Anthony Braxton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Main Source,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.