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 Qatar and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 the Sonics to the grime 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gladiators,
Masters at Work,
Sandy B,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eurythmics,
Pantytec,
DJ Sneak,
Sixth Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Eden Ahbez,
Fluxion,
David Bowie,
Roxette,
Jerry's Kids,
Outsiders,
ABBA,
Sparks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Crime,
Albert Ayler,
June of 44,
The Red Krayola,
Roxy Music,
Panda Bear,
Ice-T,
Infiniti,
The Smoke,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Tremeloes,
Excepter,
Minnie Riperton,
In Retrospect,
Rotary Connection,
Von Mondo,
The Standells,
Anakelly,
Country Teasers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kas Product,
Shoche,
Brand Nubian,
Nico,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick May,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monochrome Set,
The Martian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moebius,
Jeff Lynne,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Coltrane,
the Human League,
Swell Maps,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.