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 United Kingdom and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Mighty Diamonds to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suicide,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joey Negro,
Josef K,
Nick Fraelich,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slick Rick,
Graham Central Station,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drexciya,
The Tremeloes,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Camberwell Now,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Mills,
The Fugs,
Todd Terry,
Magma,
The American Breed,
Marc Almond,
Yusef Lateef,
Idris Muhammad,
Crash Course in Science,
Adolescents,
Excepter,
Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
Livin' Joy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Evens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül II,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Dolphy,
The Black Dice,
Blossom Toes,
Ponytail,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brass Construction,
Flamin' Groovies,
Smog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moby Grape,
Charles Mingus,
The Moleskins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rotary Connection,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
48th St. Collective,
Henry Cow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra,
Flash Fearless,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.