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 Korea North and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mojo Men,
Procol Harum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Count Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Residents,
Crash Course in Science,
One Last Wish,
Mandrill,
Parry Music,
Groovy Waters,
Y Pants,
The Motions,
the Bar-Kays,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Starr,
The Buckinghams,
Audionom,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bluetip,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Young Rascals,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barrington Levy,
Arthur Verocai,
the Sonics,
Black Sheep,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hoover,
The Martian,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blake Baxter,
Black Bananas,
Banda Bassotti,
Moby Grape,
Graham Central Station,
The Cure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Suburban Knight,
Wally Richardson,
48th St. Collective,
Bauhaus,
Josef K,
The Selecter,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Neu!,
Tubeway Army,
Stiv Bators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Dead Boys,
June of 44,
The Sisters of Mercy,
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.