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 Ethiopia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Grey Daturas 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
48th St. Collective,
The Vogues,
Second Layer,
The Divine Comedy,
Mars,
Depeche Mode,
Fugazi,
Sparks,
Royal Trux,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monochrome Set,
Rosa Yemen,
Maurizio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fear,
Black Bananas,
Accadde A,
Mad Mike,
Dead Boys,
Nirvana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Banda Bassotti,
Gichy Dan,
Outsiders,
Reagan Youth,
The Gap Band,
John Lydon,
Simply Red,
The Black Dice,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sound,
Pylon,
the Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Supertramp,
Sugar Minott,
Peter & Gordon,
Guru Guru,
Arcadia,
The Busters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wolf Eyes,
Althea and Donna,
Excepter,
OOIOO,
Scion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reuben Wilson,
John Holt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Technova,
David McCallum,
Deepchord,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suicide,
Bill Wells,
Essential Logic,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.