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 Bangladesh and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 The Fortunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Harmonia,
The Evens,
Warsaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Angels of Light,
Loose Ends,
Adolescents,
Pussy Galore,
Basic Channel,
Rotary Connection,
Boredoms,
Lightning Bolt,
Motorama,
Scion,
Deepchord,
The Standells,
DNA,
Audionom,
Icehouse,
Radiohead,
David Axelrod,
Sarah Menescal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television,
Roxette,
Rapeman,
China Crisis,
Panda Bear,
The Blackbyrds,
Fad Gadget,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronan,
Lower 48,
Swell Maps,
KRS-One,
Robert Hood,
The Dead C,
The Busters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick Morgan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
kango's stein massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Wake,
John Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
Bill Near,
Eli Mardock,
Parry Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gabor Szabo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joey Negro,
The Golliwogs,
Alphaville,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moleskins,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.