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 Vietnam and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 L. Decosne to the punk 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Boredoms,
Bill Near,
Minny Pops,
Absolute Body Control,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Rundgren,
Drexciya,
Kaleidoscope,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Second Layer,
The Star Department,
Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Pussy Galore,
Joensuu 1685,
Grauzone,
The Moody Blues,
Organ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott Heron,
The United States of America,
Average White Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joy Division,
The Beau Brummels,
Infiniti,
The Birthday Party,
Bauhaus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Idris Muhammad,
Hashim,
Jerry's Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Mills,
kango's stein massive,
48th St. Collective,
Swans,
Robert Görl,
Royal Trux,
10cc,
Michelle Simonal,
Kurtis Blow,
The Red Krayola,
Slick Rick,
The Martian,
Rod Modell,
Moby Grape,
Alice Coltrane,
Newcleus,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.