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 Cape Verde and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tremeloes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Finger,
Toni Rubio,
The Wake,
kango's stein massive,
Jawbox,
Nico,
Joe Smooth,
Suicide,
The Music Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Qualms,
Soul II Soul,
The Cowsills,
The Mojo Men,
Man Parrish,
ABC,
Yazoo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reuben Wilson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Juan Atkins,
Sonic Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Sherman,
Model 500,
Black Flag,
Negative Approach,
Sound Behaviour,
Procol Harum,
Ludus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
H. Thieme,
Byron Stingily,
Piero Umiliani,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispian St. Peters,
MDC,
The Move,
Scratch Acid,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Starr,
Scrapy,
Fluxion,
The Last Poets,
Mo-Dettes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Count Five,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kurtis Blow,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.