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 Mauritius and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Reagan Youth to the disco 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Pulsallama,
The Toasters,
The Doors,
Skaos,
Cecil Taylor,
Y Pants,
Ituana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blake Baxter,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Symarip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
Von Mondo,
The Leaves,
Terry Callier,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang of Four,
Patti Smith,
D'Angelo,
Urselle,
Public Enemy,
Freddie Wadling,
Animal Collective,
Yellowson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Morten Harket,
Ultimate Spinach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed,
Television,
The Black Dice,
Black Pus,
Parry Music,
The Buckinghams,
Thompson Twins,
Banda Bassotti,
Sparks,
Kayak,
Monolake,
Ronnie Foster,
Sugar Minott,
Sonic Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Leonard Cohen,
Deepchord,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.