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 Bangladesh and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peter and Kerry to the grime 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Hood,
Fatback Band,
New York Dolls,
Minny Pops,
Groovy Waters,
Khruangbin,
DJ Style,
Absolute Body Control,
Motorama,
The Zeros,
Saccharine Trust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül II,
Nils Olav,
Harpers Bizarre,
Babytalk,
Cluster,
The Standells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Supertramp,
Sun City Girls,
David Bowie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
This Heat,
The Five Americans,
Graham Central Station,
Sister Nancy,
Joy Division,
Animal Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sällskapet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Martian,
Todd Rundgren,
The Leaves,
Tears for Fears,
Eurythmics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Index,
Altered Images,
Pussy Galore,
Throbbing Gristle,
Smog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Q and Not U,
Gang Gang Dance,
Little Man,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Pus,
Aswad,
John Foxx,
In Retrospect,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Prunes,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.