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 Lithuania and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Doors,
Jeff Lynne,
Godley & Creme,
Darondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Easy Going,
Robert Görl,
Joy Division,
DNA,
The Pretty Things,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Remains,
Nation of Ulysses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Janne Schatter,
Susan Cadogan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronan,
Jerry's Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Skriet,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Halsall,
MC5,
Magazine,
The Seeds,
DJ Style,
Bang On A Can,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Half Japanese,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blossom Toes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-101,
Rod Modell,
Essential Logic,
The Wake,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vainqueur,
Lakeside,
The Blackbyrds,
Nirvana,
These Immortal Souls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Last Poets,
Pole,
Faust,
Quando Quango,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.