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 Iran and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
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 theremin 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 Al Stewart to the jazz 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Althea and Donna,
the Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers,
The Divine Comedy,
Altered Images,
L. Decosne,
Gong,
Soft Machine,
Nas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Bar-Kays,
Gabor Szabo,
X-Ray Spex,
Clear Light,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liliput,
The Leaves,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moody Blues,
The Moleskins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Babytalk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arab on Radar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grey Daturas,
Erasure,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Axelrod,
World's Most,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
K-Klass,
Von Mondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Toasters,
The Five Americans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bronski Beat,
The Names,
The Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Tres Demented,
Q and Not U,
Kaleidoscope,
The Real Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.