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 Lithuania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Lee Hazlewood to the disco 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pretty Things,
Monolake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Duran Duran,
Thompson Twins,
Henry Cow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Leaves,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June of 44,
The Buckinghams,
Don Cherry,
Ornette Coleman,
the Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
ABBA,
Symarip,
David McCallum,
Peter & Gordon,
Maleditus Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Pylon,
Sandy B,
Guru Guru,
Silicon Teens,
Interpol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
These Immortal Souls,
The Real Kids,
John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Searchers,
Hoover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Red Krayola,
Sugar Minott,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gap Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aloha Tigers,
Subhumans,
Cymande,
The Litter,
Colin Newman,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Normal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Copeland,
Scion,
The New Christs,
Qualms,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.