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 Paraguay and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lungfish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suicide,
Bauhaus,
the Bar-Kays,
Sexual Harrassment,
Prince Buster,
Agent Orange,
Slick Rick,
Soul II Soul,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Darondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mr. Review,
David McCallum,
Bootsy Collins,
The Saints,
The Birthday Party,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fluxion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magazine,
Cybotron,
The Misunderstood,
The Modern Lovers,
Quadrant,
The Skatalites,
Ponytail,
The Shadows of Knight,
Q and Not U,
Pere Ubu,
Loose Ends,
Second Layer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Cale,
The Wake,
Lalann,
T.S.O.L.,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yellowson,
the Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
Mandrill,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gories,
Smog,
Faust,
Lower 48,
Soft Cell,
Shoche,
Lalo Schifrin,
Basic Channel,
Au Pairs,
B.T. Express,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.