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 Brunei and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Lou Reed to the crunk 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Cybotron,
Warsaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grauzone,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aswad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minny Pops,
Simply Red,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zero Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Alphaville,
Grey Daturas,
Niagra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pop Group,
The Sonics,
The Mummies,
Hot Snakes,
Public Enemy,
The Blackbyrds,
The Martian,
Godley & Creme,
Althea and Donna,
Tears for Fears,
EPMD,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sound,
The United States of America,
Byron Stingily,
Monolake,
Sexual Harrassment,
Carl Craig,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Womack,
CMW,
Soulsonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
X-Ray Spex,
Symarip,
Sällskapet,
Barry Ungar,
Anthony Braxton,
Icehouse,
Pulsallama,
Zapp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Vogues,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare,
Franke,
The Dirtbombs,
Erykah Badu,
Prince Buster,
Connie Case,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.