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 Iraq and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lower 48 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The New Christs,
Ronnie Foster,
Oneida,
Sister Nancy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Loose Ends,
Altered Images,
Crash Course in Science,
Monolake,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-Ray Spex,
Bob Dylan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Toni Rubio,
The Monks,
Fluxion,
Siglo XX,
the Association,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Residents,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yaz,
Kayak,
Model 500,
Byron Stingily,
Con Funk Shun,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eddi Front,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masters at Work,
Brand Nubian,
Eve St. Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Lynne,
Harmonia,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Christie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Wells,
Adolescents,
Silicon Teens,
Agitation Free,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Foxx,
The Young Rascals,
L. Decosne,
Alice Coltrane,
The Count Five,
The Smiths,
Zapp,
Amon Düül II,
Althea and Donna,
Crime,
Lalann,
Hasil Adkins,
Urselle,
Sonic Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.