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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Neil Young to the grunge 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Pussy Galore,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pulsallama,
Ohio Players,
Quando Quango,
Scientists,
The Smoke,
Circle Jerks,
Desert Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy Collins,
Television Personalities,
Cal Tjader,
John Lydon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sound Behaviour,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerri Chandler,
Sixth Finger,
The Move,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Copeland,
JFA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Davy DMX,
The Detroit Cobras,
B.T. Express,
Gabor Szabo,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Litter,
Groovy Waters,
Negative Approach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ituana,
Black Moon,
Fear,
Graham Central Station,
X-Ray Spex,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Terry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Age Steppers,
Max Romeo,
Cluster,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Near,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Stooges,
Massinfluence,
Neu!,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.