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 Georgia and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 New Age Steppers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Soft Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Yellowson,
Tim Buckley,
Quadrant,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool Moe Dee,
The United States of America,
Lakeside,
Liliput,
Lightning Bolt,
Ice-T,
Eddi Front,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hoover,
DNA,
AZ,
The Move,
Blossom Toes,
The Offenders,
Soulsonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Silicon Teens,
Kenny Larkin,
Gong,
Dennis Brown,
Crime,
Bobby Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-102,
cv313,
Scratch Acid,
Tom Boy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Nico,
Godley & Creme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
The Last Poets,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Rundgren,
Rapeman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Leaves,
Bad Manners,
Simply Red,
The Trojans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Althea and Donna,
Camouflage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Womack,
Adolescents,
Hasil Adkins,
The Buckinghams,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.