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 Eritrea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Ten City to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Talk Talk,
The Buckinghams,
Jandek,
The Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Rosa Yemen,
Arab on Radar,
Marvin Gaye,
Fela Kuti,
Babytalk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pussy Galore,
Tubeway Army,
Sun City Girls,
David Bowie,
Brass Construction,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
China Crisis,
Arcadia,
Sam Rivers,
Spoonie Gee,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unrelated Segments,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Red Krayola,
D'Angelo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Barrington Levy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare,
The Martian,
UT,
Sparks,
Tim Buckley,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zero Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sonics,
Rapeman,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
The American Breed,
Silicon Teens,
John Lydon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nirvana,
Tears for Fears,
Josef K,
The Gap Band,
Bronski Beat,
Camouflage,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.