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 Belize and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Marshall Jefferson to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
T.S.O.L.,
Radio Birdman,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
John Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Kenny Larkin,
Pussy Galore,
Arcadia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mandrill,
Tears for Fears,
Lalo Schifrin,
Outsiders,
Trumans Water,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Moon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Kerri Chandler,
Ice-T,
Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Iggy Pop,
Nas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glenn Branca,
Sonny Sharrock,
Danielle Patucci,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rotary Connection,
One Last Wish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
New York Dolls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pierre Henry,
Slave,
Niagra,
Model 500,
CMW,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Mad Mike,
Altered Images,
Lakeside,
Con Funk Shun,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantaleimon,
The Move,
The Busters,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.