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 Palau and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Subhumans,
Cheater Slicks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Five Americans,
Cal Tjader,
Yazoo,
Eddi Front,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marine Girls,
Oblivians,
Suburban Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blossom Toes,
The Golliwogs,
Mantronix,
Sandy B,
Amazonics,
John Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
Livin' Joy,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-Ray Spex,
Wally Richardson,
Flipper,
The Doors,
Graham Central Station,
The Motions,
Fad Gadget,
The Black Dice,
The Saints,
The Index,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül II,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Eating Sloth,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sound,
The Smoke,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cowsills,
ABC,
The Martian,
JFA,
The Beau Brummels,
Index,
Erasure,
the Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Association,
World's Most,
Kayak,
Roxette,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.