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 Ireland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Remains to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Franke,
Scrapy,
The Kinks,
Excepter,
U.S. Maple,
Maurizio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
Banda Bassotti,
Fat Boys,
Au Pairs,
Slave,
Marmalade,
Goldenarms,
Pierre Henry,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slackers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Al Stewart,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bob Dylan,
New Order,
Loose Ends,
Lalann,
World's Most,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bad Manners,
The Knickerbockers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quadrant,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Grass Roots,
Ludus,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blues Magoos,
The Index,
Eric Dolphy,
John Cale,
The Leaves,
Funky Four + One,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slits,
Rapeman,
Procol Harum,
Yazoo,
Zapp,
Cluster,
Barrington Levy,
Deakin,
FM Einheit,
Yellowson,
The Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Section 25,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.