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 Uganda and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Interpol,
the Human League,
Bill Wells,
David Bowie,
Al Stewart,
Black Bananas,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cluster,
Excepter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fortunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yaz,
Grauzone,
Animal Collective,
Stiv Bators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fear,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter and Kerry,
June of 44,
Slick Rick,
Scratch Acid,
The Velvet Underground,
Faust,
Cecil Taylor,
the Normal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker,
Toni Rubio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
the Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
The Black Dice,
The Index,
Ultravox,
Alice Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Bad Manners,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.