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 United Kingdom and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Con Funk Shun to the electroclash 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Grass Roots,
These Immortal Souls,
Oneida,
The Star Department,
Moebius,
Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
OOIOO,
the Bar-Kays,
The Beau Brummels,
Young Marble Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Iggy Pop,
Moss Icon,
Mission of Burma,
Boz Scaggs,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monks,
Yaz,
Adolescents,
The Litter,
The Zeros,
Rotary Connection,
Circle Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hashim,
The Cramps,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter & Gordon,
Procol Harum,
Fugazi,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pagans,
Suicide,
JFA,
Heaven 17,
Roxy Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxette,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul II Soul,
Traffic Nightmare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mad Mike,
Surgeon,
Bill Near,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smiths,
Sixth Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Yellowson,
Skaos,
Curtis Mayfield,
MC5,
Black Sheep,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doors,
Isaac Hayes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.