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 Indonesia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Bobby Byrd to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mr. Review,
Patti Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slave,
Desert Stars,
Das Ding,
Cal Tjader,
The Cowsills,
Eden Ahbez,
The Kinks,
PIL,
Donald Byrd,
Organ,
The Remains,
Wasted Youth,
The Smiths,
Iggy Pop,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Knickerbockers,
Henry Cow,
Kas Product,
Khruangbin,
Suburban Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Malaria!,
June of 44,
Faraquet,
Q65,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Enemy,
Erykah Badu,
Deakin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Copeland,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Seeds,
The New Christs,
Roger Hodgson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Franke,
Freddie Wadling,
Ralphi Rosario,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aswad,
Mantronix,
Prince Buster,
The Gap Band,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young,
Loose Ends,
Television,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delta 5,
Joe Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.