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 Liechtenstein and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the funk 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry's Kids,
Al Stewart,
Tubeway Army,
Donald Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy Collins,
Symarip,
Siglo XX,
Pantaleimon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Style,
The New Christs,
The Move,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ludus,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Wells,
Marmalade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swell Maps,
New Age Steppers,
Sällskapet,
Livin' Joy,
The Grass Roots,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pole,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Teasers,
Warsaw,
Roxette,
Roger Hodgson,
Talk Talk,
John Coltrane,
Rakim,
MC5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Bananas,
Mr. Review,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Popol Vuh,
Joy Division,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun City Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Bauhaus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Almond,
Anthony Braxton,
Glenn Branca,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Newcleus,
Suicide,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.