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 Uganda and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Q and Not U to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül II,
Underground Resistance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Q65,
World's Most,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mo-Dettes,
The Real Kids,
The Fugs,
Byron Stingily,
Gichy Dan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brick,
Anakelly,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Sneak,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Görl,
Roger Hodgson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blake Baxter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magma,
Jandek,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Fraelich,
Freddie Wadling,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fear,
Black Moon,
Soft Machine,
Mr. Review,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ice-T,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacques Brel,
Dennis Brown,
Aswad,
Charles Mingus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smoke,
Sister Nancy,
John Lydon,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Leaves,
Roxette,
Arcadia,
Wasted Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Colin Newman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.