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 Sierra Leone and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Little Man to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Negative Approach,
Whodini,
Main Source,
Brass Construction,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heaven 17,
The Barracudas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Velvet Underground,
X-101,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Görl,
DNA,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Searchers,
D'Angelo,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonic Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
a-ha,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Little Man,
Monolake,
Cybotron,
Archie Shepp,
Desert Stars,
Talk Talk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young,
Boredoms,
Joey Negro,
Peter and Kerry,
Pere Ubu,
Oneida,
Scan 7,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Move,
The Busters,
OOIOO,
Rosa Yemen,
The Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swans,
Althea and Donna,
Erykah Badu,
Vainqueur,
Make Up,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shuggie Otis,
Idris Muhammad,
Nils Olav,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pet Shop Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Delon & Dalcan,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.