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 Togo and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Aaron Thompson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dave Gahan,
Lakeside,
Panda Bear,
Dark Day,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rapeman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Parrish,
Marc Almond,
The Tremeloes,
Rotary Connection,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Terry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sister Nancy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Bar-Kays,
Danielle Patucci,
Barry Ungar,
John Holt,
The Invisible,
Popol Vuh,
One Last Wish,
Funkadelic,
Graham Central Station,
The Litter,
The Buckinghams,
Babytalk,
Chrome,
David Bowie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amazonics,
Harry Pussy,
Camberwell Now,
Bob Dylan,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül II,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cramps,
The Monochrome Set,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Young Rascals,
Sound Behaviour,
T.S.O.L.,
Arab on Radar,
Sight & Sound,
The Count Five,
Gang Starr,
The Wake,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Fat Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moleskins,
The Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.