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 Azerbaijan and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Faust to the grunge 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Eddi Front,
The Searchers,
Jeff Mills,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick May,
Rites of Spring,
Japan,
Agent Orange,
The Count Five,
Unwound,
The Associates,
Ituana,
Stockholm Monsters,
Parry Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Niagra,
Letta Mbulu,
Roger Hodgson,
The J.B.'s,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lower 48,
The Moody Blues,
Radio Birdman,
Barry Ungar,
Organ,
Flash Fearless,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wings,
Joe Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Babytalk,
The Fortunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Average White Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Josef K,
Anthony Braxton,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharoah Sanders,
Y Pants,
Rakim,
Tom Boy,
China Crisis,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masters at Work,
Supertramp,
Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
The Black Dice,
Rufus Thomas,
Scrapy,
Sun City Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Womack,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.