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 Peru and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Iggy Pop to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Steve Hackett,
Kevin Saunderson,
Japan,
Silicon Teens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nirvana,
Robert Görl,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arthur Verocai,
The Martian,
Rites of Spring,
The Gories,
Harmonia,
Lucky Dragons,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unwound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Guru Guru,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry's Kids,
Slick Rick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Y Pants,
Dawn Penn,
Youth Brigade,
Average White Band,
The Leaves,
Alphaville,
Erasure,
The Wake,
Alison Limerick,
the Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barbara Tucker,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Barry Ungar,
Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Red Krayola,
Pulsallama,
The Gun Club,
Kurtis Blow,
Marmalade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moss Icon,
Soul II Soul,
Hardrive,
Derrick May,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oneida,
Clear Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Hill,
Skriet,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.