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 Liberia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Babytalk,
The Litter,
The Leaves,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gories,
Infiniti,
Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Symarip,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maurizio,
Fluxion,
The Barracudas,
The Music Machine,
The Vogues,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Real Kids,
Gang of Four,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Womack,
Charles Mingus,
Suicide,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Rundgren,
Soulsonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Das Ding,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smoke,
Agitation Free,
Stiv Bators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mission of Burma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erykah Badu,
The Index,
Robert Wyatt,
Erasure,
Marvin Gaye,
Juan Atkins,
Brick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Sex Pistols,
The Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
the Human League,
Quadrant,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Khruangbin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.