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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tim Buckley to the rock 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Amon Düül II,
Camberwell Now,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stereo Dub,
Reagan Youth,
The Wake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cal Tjader,
Quadrant,
Mark Hollis,
Hasil Adkins,
Wasted Youth,
Terry Callier,
Can,
The Smiths,
John Holt,
Infiniti,
The Skatalites,
Y Pants,
Jandek,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sonics,
Dark Day,
The Fugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Clarke,
Yazoo,
Supertramp,
R.M.O.,
Chrome,
The Real Kids,
Eddi Front,
Section 25,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythm & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scientists,
Neu!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mr. Review,
the Association,
The United States of America,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slits,
The Mummies,
EPMD,
Ultra Naté,
Eli Mardock,
Quando Quango,
Stetsasonic,
Toni Rubio,
The Motions,
JFA,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.