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 Guatemala and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Germs to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nirvana,
The Smiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moss Icon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deadbeat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Theoretical Girls,
This Heat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q65,
Wings,
The Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Roxy Music,
Stiv Bators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacob Miller,
The Mojo Men,
Dark Day,
Slave,
Barbara Tucker,
The Martian,
Terry Callier,
Man Parrish,
Television,
Goldenarms,
Basic Channel,
EPMD,
Vainqueur,
The Evens,
Toni Rubio,
Duran Duran,
Harmonia,
Pagans,
Tres Demented,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cal Tjader,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Con Funk Shun,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cowsills,
The Vogues,
The Real Kids,
Albert Ayler,
Fad Gadget,
Gichy Dan,
Desert Stars,
Josef K,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yazoo,
Cluster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bad Manners,
Lyres,
Joensuu 1685,
Harry Pussy,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.