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 Israel and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 ABBA to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Sun City Girls,
Delta 5,
The Black Dice,
Model 500,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Terry,
Niagra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Mills,
Scientists,
the Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Rundgren,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Qualms,
Junior Murvin,
Godley & Creme,
Aaron Thompson,
The Divine Comedy,
Colin Newman,
Silicon Teens,
Second Layer,
In Retrospect,
Black Bananas,
Skriet,
Warsaw,
Amazonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Easy Going,
JFA,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Velvet Underground,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pussy Galore,
Suicide,
Procol Harum,
Barbara Tucker,
John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lakeside,
Joey Negro,
Half Japanese,
Charles Mingus,
Spoonie Gee,
FM Einheit,
ABC,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Green,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Five Americans,
Banda Bassotti,
Japan,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Parry Music,
kango's stein massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.