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 Mauritania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Godley & Creme to the punk 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Desert Stars,
Ponytail,
Cybotron,
Dark Day,
Roxette,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brick,
Symarip,
Television Personalities,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
Swell Maps,
The Saints,
The Misunderstood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cluster,
Derrick May,
Ituana,
Black Pus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reuben Wilson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
Pantytec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Outsiders,
Fat Boys,
AZ,
The Velvet Underground,
Echospace,
Bill Wells,
Morten Harket,
T. Rex,
Babytalk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Machine,
Zero Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Scratch Acid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Order,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Terry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Motorama,
Pussy Galore,
Fad Gadget,
Alison Limerick,
Groovy Waters,
Section 25,
Loose Ends,
The Slackers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vainqueur,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.