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 Finland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Desert Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visage,
Jacques Brel,
Animal Collective,
DJ Sneak,
World's Most,
Chris Corsano,
Audionom,
The Standells,
Derrick Morgan,
Excepter,
Hardrive,
Hashim,
Q65,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fad Gadget,
Main Source,
D'Angelo,
Camberwell Now,
Kenny Larkin,
John Foxx,
Vladislav Delay,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heaven 17,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Outsiders,
The Pretty Things,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fluxion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Bluetip,
The Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Kayak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Duran Duran,
Mandrill,
Donald Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Patti Smith,
Stetsasonic,
K-Klass,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television,
The Cramps,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Normal,
The Cowsills,
Barry Ungar,
The Walker Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Bananas,
Pulsallama,
Kas Product,
Can,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.