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 Tuvalu and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Nas 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Names,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tears for Fears,
New York Dolls,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Copeland,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Section 25,
Lightning Bolt,
Max Romeo,
The Searchers,
Eve St. Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Schoolly D,
Tubeway Army,
Pet Shop Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eddi Front,
KRS-One,
Arcadia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lyres,
Drexciya,
John Holt,
Connie Case,
X-102,
Monolake,
The New Christs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aural Exciters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aaron Thompson,
Ituana,
The Velvet Underground,
Thompson Twins,
the Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Adolescents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faraquet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warsaw,
The Gladiators,
The Techniques,
Depeche Mode,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fear,
Sam Rivers,
The Wake,
Sun City Girls,
Easy Going,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cal Tjader,
Rosa Yemen,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.