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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grunge 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Gap Band,
Franke,
Angry Samoans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Halsall,
Susan Cadogan,
New Order,
The Alarm Clocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
Gastr Del Sol,
Iggy Pop,
The Slackers,
Davy DMX,
The Music Machine,
Urselle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suburban Knight,
E-Dancer,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quando Quango,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultra Naté,
Dave Gahan,
Yazoo,
Lungfish,
Magma,
Theoretical Girls,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Khruangbin,
Pierre Henry,
Alison Limerick,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Searchers,
Severed Heads,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Byrd,
Yaz,
The Monochrome Set,
Babytalk,
Funky Four + One,
Skarface,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantytec,
Barrington Levy,
The Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Index,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.