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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tim Buckley to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Zero Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
La Düsseldorf,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fuzztones,
B.T. Express,
Alton Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
Junior Murvin,
Panda Bear,
Rites of Spring,
Skaos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flash Fearless,
Marshall Jefferson,
Guru Guru,
Ten City,
The Monks,
Metal Thangz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kayak,
Wings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Green,
Pantaleimon,
Symarip,
Moby Grape,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Depeche Mode,
Colin Newman,
Marmalade,
The Cramps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tom Boy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minor Threat,
The Gap Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
The J.B.'s,
Bang On A Can,
Procol Harum,
Godley & Creme,
Mission of Burma,
Isaac Hayes,
Television,
Heaven 17,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Index,
The Searchers,
Camberwell Now,
the Germs,
Marine Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moleskins,
Model 500,
The Blues Magoos,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.