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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 10cc to the crunk 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Marine Girls,
Pylon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alphaville,
Sugar Minott,
Roxy Music,
Hardrive,
Ohio Players,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Wyatt,
Nirvana,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lyres,
Leonard Cohen,
Minor Threat,
Pagans,
Bad Manners,
Sarah Menescal,
B.T. Express,
Urselle,
Stiv Bators,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television Personalities,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camouflage,
The Count Five,
Dark Day,
The Cramps,
Wolf Eyes,
the Association,
Wasted Youth,
The Gap Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sällskapet,
Cal Tjader,
Suburban Knight,
Scrapy,
Excepter,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Terry,
Toni Rubio,
Ornette Coleman,
Youth Brigade,
Moby Grape,
Derrick Morgan,
Marmalade,
Brass Construction,
The Saints,
Godley & Creme,
Ludus,
Yaz,
Althea and Donna,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.