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 Libya and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Kayak to the grunge 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Eddi Front,
The Cramps,
Mad Mike,
Jeru the Damaja,
Toni Rubio,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Moon,
Main Source,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ituana,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Minor Threat,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed,
Technova,
T. Rex,
Ornette Coleman,
The Selecter,
Crooked Eye,
Goldenarms,
Arab on Radar,
Absolute Body Control,
The United States of America,
Eden Ahbez,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
La Düsseldorf,
Funky Four + One,
Alphaville,
Ultra Naté,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Terry,
Crime,
Shuggie Otis,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Style,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cymande,
Terry Callier,
The Fortunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tres Demented,
Nik Kershaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
In Retrospect,
Pagans,
Severed Heads,
Stereo Dub,
The Black Dice,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skaos,
Simply Red,
The Star Department,
Sandy B,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.