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 Pakistan and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Organ to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
China Crisis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick May,
The J.B.'s,
Can,
Dark Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Rod Modell,
Joy Division,
Suburban Knight,
Altered Images,
Silicon Teens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Wyatt,
Thompson Twins,
Gong,
Cheater Slicks,
World's Most,
Gang Starr,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Modern Lovers,
Charles Mingus,
James White and The Blacks,
Banda Bassotti,
Supertramp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
D'Angelo,
Ten City,
Rakim,
Crime,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Flesh Eaters,
48th St. Collective,
One Last Wish,
Lyres,
Freddie Wadling,
Ludus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
Oneida,
Hoover,
Jeff Lynne,
Deepchord,
Tres Demented,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.