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 Sudan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Adolescents to the grunge 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
These Immortal Souls,
The Offenders,
Arcadia,
Joe Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dead C,
Lou Christie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blake Baxter,
The Kinks,
Rod Modell,
Q and Not U,
Tubeway Army,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rapeman,
Smog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Adolescents,
Magazine,
Lalann,
The Selecter,
Mars,
Model 500,
Cluster,
Ultravox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donny Hathaway,
Livin' Joy,
Depeche Mode,
Maleditus Sound,
Terry Callier,
OOIOO,
Dark Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suburban Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gong,
Brothers Johnson,
Unrelated Segments,
Absolute Body Control,
Masters at Work,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cecil Taylor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television,
Fad Gadget,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Residents,
Bob Dylan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.