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 Namibia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
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 rhodes 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 Idris Muhammad to the dance 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Surgeon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minor Threat,
Rekid,
a-ha,
Rhythm & Sound,
KRS-One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lungfish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Erykah Badu,
The Mummies,
Ultravox,
Stetsasonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-Ray Spex,
Funky Four + One,
Oneida,
The Star Department,
The Human League,
The Index,
Darondo,
Y Pants,
James White and The Blacks,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hardrive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Holt,
Sonic Youth,
Nirvana,
Faust,
Thompson Twins,
Faraquet,
Ossler,
Todd Rundgren,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Human League,
Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Trojans,
The Dead C,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Little Man,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.