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 Rwanda and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Half Japanese to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marine Girls,
Heaven 17,
Lower 48,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pulsallama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pere Ubu,
Y Pants,
The Moleskins,
The Standells,
Alice Coltrane,
The Happenings,
Scrapy,
The Sonics,
Gang Starr,
The Walker Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mo-Dettes,
Brand Nubian,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Bourne,
Altered Images,
Subhumans,
The Leaves,
The Barracudas,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Lynne,
Marmalade,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mark Hollis,
Basic Channel,
The Martian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cluster,
Black Sheep,
Crash Course in Science,
Ken Boothe,
Duran Duran,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pretty Things,
Schoolly D,
Max Romeo,
Pylon,
Newcleus,
Yaz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neu!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slave,
Radio Birdman,
Youth Brigade,
Iggy Pop,
The Sound,
Sällskapet,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.