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 Congo and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Youth Brigade to the rock 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Icehouse,
Mo-Dettes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Golliwogs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Divine Comedy,
Scrapy,
The Misunderstood,
Delta 5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gun Club,
Gabor Szabo,
Eddi Front,
Eric B and Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Toni Rubio,
the Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Sneak,
The Velvet Underground,
Terrestrial Tones,
World's Most,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Iggy Pop,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eli Mardock,
Surgeon,
Josef K,
Matthew Halsall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donald Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
Dead Boys,
R.M.O.,
Kerri Chandler,
Roger Hodgson,
Funkadelic,
The Offenders,
Make Up,
Prince Buster,
Hardrive,
Althea and Donna,
Intrusion,
The Durutti Column,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zapp,
Rod Modell,
Jawbox,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gories,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.