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 Ghana and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 Television to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Lightning Bolt,
The Grass Roots,
Procol Harum,
Minutemen,
Roxette,
Althea and Donna,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Modern Lovers,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
Deadbeat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bluetip,
Underground Resistance,
Pole,
Rekid,
Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Don Cherry,
La Düsseldorf,
Joy Division,
Juan Atkins,
Yazoo,
Jawbox,
Isaac Hayes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pop Group,
Sandy B,
Eric B and Rakim,
Desert Stars,
Brass Construction,
Pylon,
K-Klass,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sugar Minott,
Slick Rick,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Guru Guru,
ABBA,
Chris Corsano,
The Dirtbombs,
Unwound,
The Slackers,
The Cramps,
Angry Samoans,
This Heat,
Sarah Menescal,
Infiniti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Clarke,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalann,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.