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 Guyana and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Audionom,
Gabor Szabo,
Dead Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kenny Larkin,
Anthony Braxton,
Visage,
Moby Grape,
Joey Negro,
Supertramp,
DJ Sneak,
Sight & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Max Romeo,
Moebius,
Avey Tare,
The Smoke,
Sandy B,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
DNA,
The Cramps,
Joyce Sims,
Underground Resistance,
Charles Mingus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Dolphy,
Easy Going,
B.T. Express,
Jacques Brel,
Siglo XX,
Interpol,
Ludus,
Oblivians,
Blossom Toes,
Dave Gahan,
The Pretty Things,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Golliwogs,
Davy DMX,
Faraquet,
Model 500,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantytec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra,
The Gun Club,
Dawn Penn,
Eurythmics,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Patti Smith,
Black Pus,
Lower 48,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scratch Acid,
Arab on Radar,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.