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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sun Ra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heaven 17,
Gang Starr,
Jawbox,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers,
the Normal,
Amon Düül II,
Bauhaus,
Nik Kershaw,
Cameo,
Newcleus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Nirvana,
Porter Ricks,
Symarip,
Agitation Free,
the Association,
Das Ding,
Organ,
Lightning Bolt,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
Harmonia,
Agent Orange,
Glambeats Corp.,
In Retrospect,
Zero Boys,
Pylon,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter & Gordon,
Leonard Cohen,
Eden Ahbez,
Graham Central Station,
Absolute Body Control,
Steve Hackett,
Unwound,
Ituana,
Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Half Japanese,
Siglo XX,
Prince Buster,
Can,
Josef K,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maurizio,
Michelle Simonal,
Aswad,
Technova,
Toni Rubio,
The Velvet Underground,
Youth Brigade,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gap Band,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.