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 Romania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Amon Düül to the electroclash 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Duran Duran,
Harmonia,
X-Ray Spex,
kango's stein massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alton Ellis,
Warsaw,
Joe Finger,
Radiohead,
Franke,
the Germs,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare,
Smog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Livin' Joy,
The Fortunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Hardrive,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Von Mondo,
The Techniques,
The Kinks,
Sam Rivers,
The Index,
Mars,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minny Pops,
Josef K,
FM Einheit,
Pantaleimon,
Lakeside,
Suburban Knight,
Drexciya,
The Stooges,
Wire,
Terry Callier,
The Toasters,
The Fall,
Ornette Coleman,
Neu!,
Juan Atkins,
The Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxette,
Tim Buckley,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Detroit Cobras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.