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 Tajikistan and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Graham Central Station 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rotary Connection,
Arab on Radar,
Josef K,
Anakelly,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visage,
the Normal,
H. Thieme,
Ten City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
a-ha,
Au Pairs,
The Searchers,
The Grass Roots,
Cecil Taylor,
Can,
Bauhaus,
Qualms,
The Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ludus,
Eden Ahbez,
Bush Tetras,
The Count Five,
Unwound,
Joy Division,
Sam Rivers,
Supertramp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oneida,
Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vainqueur,
Quantec,
Suburban Knight,
Magazine,
Tommy Roe,
Marmalade,
Black Flag,
L. Decosne,
Chris Corsano,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Nils Olav,
Byron Stingily,
Average White Band,
Jerry's Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Prunes,
The Index,
The Skatalites,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Pus,
The Trojans,
Man Parrish,
Duran Duran,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.