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 East Timor 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Panda Bear to the disco 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cybotron,
The Monochrome Set,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cameo,
Man Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
Dead Boys,
Oneida,
Can,
the Association,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gong,
Kaleidoscope,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Wells,
The Black Dice,
David McCallum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crime,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
EPMD,
Amon Düül II,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Christie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Victims,
Flash Fearless,
Thompson Twins,
Ituana,
Au Pairs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Godley & Creme,
The Moleskins,
Nico,
Faraquet,
Skaos,
Tommy Roe,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cramps,
Black Pus,
Jacob Miller,
Man Eating Sloth,
The United States of America,
B.T. Express,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonic Youth,
Half Japanese,
Mad Mike,
Zapp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Metal Thangz,
Slick Rick,
cv313,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.