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 Slovakia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Standells to the crunk 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Wake,
Ronnie Foster,
Marmalade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anakelly,
The Gladiators,
The Angels of Light,
The Zeros,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oblivians,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hardrive,
Tres Demented,
Con Funk Shun,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spoonie Gee,
Cymande,
Youth Brigade,
David McCallum,
Smog,
Bronski Beat,
Fluxion,
James White and The Blacks,
Symarip,
Skriet,
Kaleidoscope,
Faust,
The Real Kids,
Parry Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deadbeat,
Jawbox,
Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Liliput,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Metal Thangz,
Hoover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Absolute Body Control,
Stiv Bators,
Can,
Scott Walker,
The Happenings,
D'Angelo,
The Searchers,
FM Einheit,
Livin' Joy,
The Durutti Column,
Roger Hodgson,
Model 500,
Terry Callier,
The Sound,
Organ,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.