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 Latvia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Connie Case to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minor Threat,
Brand Nubian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Sneak,
Wasted Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joyce Sims,
Max Romeo,
Stetsasonic,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Image Ltd.,
Basic Channel,
Newcleus,
Icehouse,
Visage,
Sonny Sharrock,
Index,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Sheep,
X-102,
Aloha Tigers,
Slick Rick,
Maleditus Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
OOIOO,
Mad Mike,
Roxette,
Au Pairs,
The Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
The Searchers,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Sherman,
Q and Not U,
Average White Band,
The Leaves,
Laurel Aitken,
The Busters,
Tom Boy,
Second Layer,
Wire,
MDC,
Johnny Clarke,
Archie Shepp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Albert Ayler,
Howard Jones,
The Buckinghams,
Infiniti,
The Fortunes,
Henry Cow,
The Residents,
The Human League,
Anakelly,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joy Division,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.