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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
This Heat,
Gabor Szabo,
Don Cherry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Adolescents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monolake,
Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker,
The Fall,
The Fugs,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
The Offenders,
Michelle Simonal,
10cc,
Lightning Bolt,
Rod Modell,
The Star Department,
Patti Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Leaves,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Lynne,
The Searchers,
ABC,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marmalade,
Can,
L. Decosne,
Malaria!,
Scan 7,
Goldenarms,
The Angels of Light,
Supertramp,
Massinfluence,
The Names,
Franke,
Rekid,
Scientists,
Wasted Youth,
Second Layer,
The Cowsills,
Soft Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül,
The Count Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vladislav Delay,
Girls At Our Best!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
a-ha,
Qualms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.