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 Swaziland and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Bob Dylan to the rock 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Birthday Party,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Knickerbockers,
The Divine Comedy,
Juan Atkins,
Pussy Galore,
Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Young Marble Giants,
Sam Rivers,
The Doors,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
T.S.O.L.,
Sister Nancy,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Bronski Beat,
The Durutti Column,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deakin,
The Victims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maurizio,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Youth Brigade,
Sex Pistols,
Archie Shepp,
Excepter,
Barbara Tucker,
The Martian,
Oblivians,
ABBA,
Bauhaus,
Minor Threat,
the Normal,
X-101,
Niagra,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Motions,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
China Crisis,
Mo-Dettes,
Q and Not U,
Boredoms,
The Cowsills,
Scratch Acid,
The Monochrome Set,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Offenders,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Sheep,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.