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 Denmark and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Walker Brothers 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Sherman,
Mark Hollis,
Brick,
Idris Muhammad,
Brand Nubian,
Gang of Four,
The Toasters,
Eden Ahbez,
Vainqueur,
Yellowson,
Marmalade,
The Cowsills,
Hardrive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gong,
Pagans,
The Fortunes,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DNA,
The Durutti Column,
Sällskapet,
The Velvet Underground,
Unrelated Segments,
Mad Mike,
Visage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cluster,
The Count Five,
Davy DMX,
Aaron Thompson,
The Modern Lovers,
Ossler,
Loose Ends,
The Smiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker,
Neu!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mandrill,
ABBA,
Al Stewart,
The Knickerbockers,
The Last Poets,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jandek,
The Busters,
Tom Boy,
Gang Starr,
Stereo Dub,
Simply Red,
Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Popol Vuh,
D'Angelo,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers,
Wasted Youth,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.