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 New Zealand and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
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 snare 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 The Blackbyrds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Gap Band,
David Axelrod,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smiths,
June Days,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pulsallama,
the Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
The Fall,
Kevin Saunderson,
FM Einheit,
June of 44,
Arthur Verocai,
Mr. Review,
Maurizio,
The Motions,
Yazoo,
In Retrospect,
The Moleskins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anakelly,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Hot Snakes,
Laurel Aitken,
Bluetip,
B.T. Express,
Kayak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Bad Manners,
Graham Central Station,
Cluster,
Sight & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Delta 5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
PIL,
Sparks,
Moss Icon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warren Ellis,
Excepter,
Lucky Dragons,
Eddi Front,
KRS-One,
Funky Four + One,
Delon & Dalcan,
One Last Wish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sex Pistols,
Pussy Galore,
The Knickerbockers,
Juan Atkins,
David Bowie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Görl,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.