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 Malaysia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Lucky Dragons to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Toasters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Lydon,
Kayak,
The Trojans,
David McCallum,
The Dead C,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
R.M.O.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Au Pairs,
The Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
LL Cool J,
Porter Ricks,
John Foxx,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suburban Knight,
Royal Trux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mad Mike,
Nils Olav,
The Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Eden Ahbez,
Harry Pussy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Vogues,
Negative Approach,
Spoonie Gee,
Camouflage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Wire,
Jeff Lynne,
Mo-Dettes,
The Tremeloes,
Amazonics,
The Moleskins,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Divine Comedy,
Theoretical Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Severed Heads,
Joe Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sound Behaviour,
The Velvet Underground,
Lucky Dragons,
Letta Mbulu,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Sherman,
Sam Rivers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shuggie Otis,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.