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 Palau and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 R.M.O. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Accadde A,
Minny Pops,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Clarke,
Blancmange,
Yazoo,
Rekid,
Marmalade,
The Fugs,
Grey Daturas,
Monolake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Average White Band,
Bill Wells,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry's Kids,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funkadelic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Whodini,
The Associates,
Procol Harum,
Arab on Radar,
Swans,
Eli Mardock,
Brass Construction,
The Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Ponytail,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Offenders,
Rotary Connection,
Bad Manners,
The Kinks,
Anthony Braxton,
Leonard Cohen,
Symarip,
The Trojans,
Arcadia,
Roxette,
Dark Day,
Ituana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
The Pretty Things,
Michelle Simonal,
Goldenarms,
Alice Coltrane,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.