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 Poland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Golliwogs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
T.S.O.L.,
Reuben Wilson,
Eve St. Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funkadelic,
Cecil Taylor,
Rufus Thomas,
Toni Rubio,
Archie Shepp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tres Demented,
Leonard Cohen,
Scrapy,
F. McDonald,
Roger Hodgson,
Loose Ends,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fugazi,
One Last Wish,
The Evens,
The Fugs,
Howard Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bauhaus,
Public Enemy,
Camouflage,
Y Pants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thee Headcoats,
Shuggie Otis,
Blossom Toes,
The Raincoats,
KRS-One,
The Martian,
Boz Scaggs,
Dennis Brown,
Moss Icon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonic Youth,
Cymande,
Eden Ahbez,
The Litter,
Marvin Gaye,
Joensuu 1685,
Bob Dylan,
Mars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Shadows of Knight,
Babytalk,
The Busters,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Freddie Wadling,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television Personalities,
Chris & Cosey,
Scan 7,
Michelle Simonal,
The Invisible,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.