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 Indonesia and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Easy Going to the grunge 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Fear,
Ludus,
Banda Bassotti,
Juan Atkins,
Pylon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Warren Ellis,
X-101,
Black Pus,
Alison Limerick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
Quantec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Surgeon,
The Blues Magoos,
Unwound,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swell Maps,
Shuggie Otis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
One Last Wish,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eden Ahbez,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Swans,
Dual Sessions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Clear Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiohead,
Faust,
Rufus Thomas,
Zapp,
Dead Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nico,
Wings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Machine,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Moon,
The Cowsills,
Mad Mike,
Soul II Soul,
The Cure,
Youth Brigade,
Tropical Tobacco,
D'Angelo,
Harry Pussy,
Dawn Penn,
H. Thieme,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.