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 States and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Sonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anakelly,
Eurythmics,
Von Mondo,
Ludus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
F. McDonald,
Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eli Mardock,
Lakeside,
Steve Hackett,
Liliput,
Fugazi,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Raincoats,
Sällskapet,
Smog,
The Searchers,
Gang of Four,
Soft Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neu!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Symarip,
Sonic Youth,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Style,
New Age Steppers,
Severed Heads,
Dorothy Ashby,
Negative Approach,
The Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Godley & Creme,
Monks,
B.T. Express,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Flag,
Chris & Cosey,
Rod Modell,
La Düsseldorf,
Cal Tjader,
The Fuzztones,
Slick Rick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABBA,
Isaac Hayes,
Zero Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
JFA,
Arthur Verocai,
Crime,
David McCallum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Supertramp,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.