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 Samoa and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yazoo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Pole,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Red Krayola,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker,
The Smoke,
Brothers Johnson,
The Buckinghams,
Prince Buster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül,
The Cramps,
The Victims,
Fear,
The Slackers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
Kayak,
Tim Buckley,
Pylon,
Junior Murvin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crime,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Flag,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Wells,
Quantec,
Mandrill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Normal,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Bananas,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cecil Taylor,
Babytalk,
Todd Terry,
ABBA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Patti Smith,
Lakeside,
Mr. Review,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers,
The Five Americans,
Oblivians,
Nick Fraelich,
10cc,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.