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 Macedonia and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flamin' Groovies to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Byron Stingily,
The J.B.'s,
Eddi Front,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Smooth,
Franke,
Anthony Braxton,
Dual Sessions,
Sonic Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Liliput,
Chris Corsano,
Aloha Tigers,
Fear,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Iggy Pop,
Alice Coltrane,
Deepchord,
Todd Rundgren,
Little Man,
Man Parrish,
AZ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dennis Brown,
Pantytec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Average White Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reuben Wilson,
Blake Baxter,
The Trojans,
Quadrant,
Derrick May,
Camberwell Now,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Cale,
Faust,
Ice-T,
Hot Snakes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Roger Hodgson,
Skriet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flipper,
the Swans,
Joe Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-102,
Black Flag,
Vainqueur,
Fluxion,
The Cramps,
DNA,
Guru Guru,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.